Isn't it strange?
In our corporeal form we fight for freedom, for liberation, for choice.
And yet we have no choice to be born, or to die.
We come and we go - with no recollection of ever entering the world; and neither will we know (or will we?) when we will die.
--- Ink and Wander
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RandomThe name says it all. I have a quiet demeanor, but it is not silent.
