There won't be a cry nor a tiny hint of interior What will you hear is a call my deeds will generate loud enough to reach in any corner you choose to be....
don't try to analyze what is written over here. this is not to keep some legacy of thoughts, but to have some sort of game for the time being. Ruins of philosophy are ubiquitous and this blog is no difference. the more you ask the questions you seek to ask my words, more is the chance that you will find them disappearing. this is over confidence!
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