I talk of death like an old friend , someone who'll come to greet me with a nostalgic smile over their face and take me into their arms while I forget every wrong ever happened to me
Love isn't it for me but war is you bet I can kill people just because I am tired of hearing how soft and selfless I am
what weather and fruit do u think i am
You feel like spring honestly as for the fruit I think watermelon
part of a recent reflection
I am again in the mood to kill today
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Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra originally published 1873