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long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


February 06, 2009

cold hearted

if there is one thing i do believe is that no one is better or worse than anyone. and what i saw there was a sheer display of superiority, a rational attempt of stepping on someone. shame on you, my friend. shame on you. i thought you wiser than that. what's the point of unloading your arsenal against someone who is - intelectually speaking - no match for you? you're not better than her. you might be more intelligent, more educated, more brilliant - and you are - but that doesn't make you a better person. in that moment, it didn't make you a better person. on the contrary. all that you've shown was the little hyde within you - a cold hearted and ruthless abomination.

12:16 PM

 

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