Holding the lives in my hands and takings the lives that have wronged my “worth” but am I worthy? 

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual – when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions – it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.
Isaac Bashevis Singer 
Crucifixed 

 
    
 
Sweet & Vaded 

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