True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to as — Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
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True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

— Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair
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