Maybe in another life

"Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is hear no more; it is a tale told by an id/ot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"

A story of how life changes us throug times and how love made us do the things we know we should not do.

-Grammatical errors ahead