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From the day
we were born,
we suffered.
From the day
we opened
our eyes,
we cried.
And from the day
we walked to this world,
we only got marks and scars.
This isn't life my dear;
we aren't surviving.
Life is
death
and we
are only
dying.
-philosophy of living, Caligo.
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