I love all people, but I love myself more
Said the philosopher
Dragging his soul in a wheelchair
All I need is a rope
To tie all pain with it
Then, with anger, throw it to the world
I am HELL, muttered with a last breath
The others will touch
A bit of paradise
With a lazy finger
In search for the sun
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