"What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter." - Friedrich Nietzsche 

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We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them..We say we love trees, yet we cut them out..And people still wonder why some people are afraid when toldthey are loved.

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