ayanchakraborty250Jan 2, 20211 min readPhilosopherTo mornings that don't meet your eyeBut poise in eternal recurrence.Forget Nietzsche for a moment.And see where lies the lie.Value creation is not a myth though sometimes it doesn't make sense.
To mornings that don't meet your eyeBut poise in eternal recurrence.Forget Nietzsche for a moment.And see where lies the lie.Value creation is not a myth though sometimes it doesn't make sense.
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