I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
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I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around.

— M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
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