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Goodbye, my youth.

by The Poet Anarchist

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Here I am, 9 in the morning of a beautiful summer saturday, drinking coffee. MK is sleeping, so the courtains are closed and this is in total darkness but the laptop. When I was younger I used to...


Book Description

“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.”

  • John Steinbeck