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June 1, 2025 at 7:40 AM
Peut-être que croire au stoïcisme peut vous faire comprendre la valeur de l’acceptation et du destin.
June 2, 2025 at 6:44 AM
Peut-être que croire au stoïcisme peut vous faire comprendre la valeur de l’acceptation et du destin.
If someone wants to, he will.
As my principal is leaving after 5 years of service, I couldn't do much for him but he really did, even when leaving he taught us, he inspired and motivated me.
I knew his struggles in life as he said, that he wanted to, and he did it.
As my principal is leaving after 5 years of service, I couldn't do much for him but he really did, even when leaving he taught us, he inspired and motivated me.
I knew his struggles in life as he said, that he wanted to, and he did it.
May 21, 2025 at 6:29 PM
If someone wants to, he will.
As my principal is leaving after 5 years of service, I couldn't do much for him but he really did, even when leaving he taught us, he inspired and motivated me.
I knew his struggles in life as he said, that he wanted to, and he did it.
As my principal is leaving after 5 years of service, I couldn't do much for him but he really did, even when leaving he taught us, he inspired and motivated me.
I knew his struggles in life as he said, that he wanted to, and he did it.
April 18, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Lenin's beliefs towards centralism shaped the contemporary Soviet state.
February 6, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Lenin's beliefs towards centralism shaped the contemporary Soviet state.
"In such fakeness my eyes do look at, only a friend like F. Engels do I delight in."
February 3, 2025 at 3:57 PM
"In such fakeness my eyes do look at, only a friend like F. Engels do I delight in."
If they could understand the words of socrates; poison would turn to wine or water or milk from the heavens.
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January 31, 2025 at 5:21 PM
If they could understand the words of socrates; poison would turn to wine or water or milk from the heavens.
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A little less than half of the world is made by the Brits, no one's Australian🇦🇺, American🇺🇸, Zealander🇳🇿 and Canadian🇨🇦 but English🏴 and the British🇬🇧. As a history lover I shan't spread any hate but now I just can't deny something of this fact. We have witnessed a lot of power; it is the power.
January 28, 2025 at 8:31 PM
A little less than half of the world is made by the Brits, no one's Australian🇦🇺, American🇺🇸, Zealander🇳🇿 and Canadian🇨🇦 but English🏴 and the British🇬🇧. As a history lover I shan't spread any hate but now I just can't deny something of this fact. We have witnessed a lot of power; it is the power.
"Walks through the same road, a messenger bag and headphones on; yet never questions. So, never not happy he is—solace is that."
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January 28, 2025 at 3:43 PM
"Walks through the same road, a messenger bag and headphones on; yet never questions. So, never not happy he is—solace is that."
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Says someone to me, 'You think, I can't write on these topics?' Reply: Yet you haven't.
January 27, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Says someone to me, 'You think, I can't write on these topics?' Reply: Yet you haven't.
From the documents of Socio-Capitalism by aphilopoet.
January 27, 2025 at 1:59 PM
From the documents of Socio-Capitalism by aphilopoet.
Whoever uses religion for their purposes to be successful, calling it as an opium; one who does that makes it an opium and manipulates the beings on earth.
January 27, 2025 at 1:19 PM
Whoever uses religion for their purposes to be successful, calling it as an opium; one who does that makes it an opium and manipulates the beings on earth.
Never lose hope; someone reads your words—the air.
January 27, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Never lose hope; someone reads your words—the air.
"Poetry—they will only hear from sweet and deep voices; the silent soul remains unheard."
January 27, 2025 at 7:21 AM
"Poetry—they will only hear from sweet and deep voices; the silent soul remains unheard."
Writing makes one high and addictive; when one is with visions but no opportunities.
January 26, 2025 at 10:55 AM
Writing makes one high and addictive; when one is with visions but no opportunities.
Says, 'Not an atheist but a nihilist.'
How could this even be possible or do they modify their beliefs?
How could this even be possible or do they modify their beliefs?
January 25, 2025 at 4:30 PM
Says, 'Not an atheist but a nihilist.'
How could this even be possible or do they modify their beliefs?
How could this even be possible or do they modify their beliefs?
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January 25, 2025 at 11:28 AM
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This sorrow is so addictive — the light feels like darkness; it hurts the pureness of my soul, and when the love comes across me; faints me to fall for it, but my heart is misty; it says nothing.
January 25, 2025 at 4:55 AM
This sorrow is so addictive — the light feels like darkness; it hurts the pureness of my soul, and when the love comes across me; faints me to fall for it, but my heart is misty; it says nothing.
Those inquiries in my mind — oh sorrow! Now, I shall die and rot. For which love I have been in this much effort? Those eyes were never on mine . I shall now submerge in his holiness.
January 25, 2025 at 4:55 AM
Those inquiries in my mind — oh sorrow! Now, I shall die and rot. For which love I have been in this much effort? Those eyes were never on mine . I shall now submerge in his holiness.