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Sep 2023
I am the creator of
my pains to reach god with a
mirror. It becomes foggy.

How do you control the
words to hide the meaning of truth?
We secretly agree to **** the philosopher.

Why was your tone paralyzed?
I wanted to know how Socrates was
killed? Do we regret for hemlock?
Written by
Satsih Verma
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