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Never An Advantage
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Sedang Ditulis, Pertama kali diterbitkan Jun 26, 2014
"Pain has an element of blank; 
It cannot recollect 
When it began, or if there were 
A day when it was not. 

It has no future but itself, 
Its infinite realms contain 
Its past, enlightened to perceive 
New periods of pain."
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