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Anonymous
2012-01-18 03:28:30
No.
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You ARE gradually dying. You are never condemned to go back to it, the choice is yours. |
Anonymous
2012-01-27 13:07:55
No.
87
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. |