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Woe to the one, Who is stung by a bee. F*ckin hurts a bunch Makes one want to flee. Even after he dies, The bee knows what to do. You might not realize, But the stingers in you
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
It Stings
Woe to the one, Who is stung by a bee. F*ckin hurts a bunch Makes one want to flee. Even after he dies, The bee knows what to do. You might not realize, But the stingers in you
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.” ~ Fernando Pessoa
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
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