Everybody will leave you,if its not by their own choice then its by death. God only will stay

Everything had something behind it: life was like a long corridor with rows of closed doors.

The lamp was turned and my then I got a pen and invented the next set of chapter
In my world under the hot lights of the lamp
Of thinking tonight hey

Criticism has already settled all accounts with this subject. It no longer figures as an end in itself, but only as a means. Its essential pathos is indignation, its essential work is denunciation.

Written By Karl Marx

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