"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC
"But my dear, I was the slave of time. The butcher of tragedy. I was there committed to things people called unmatchable world. In a conscious or in a fiction. There will be always the percentage of how society play the role of madness and sanity in the same time. "
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