Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you. — Friedrich Nietzsche
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Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you.

— Friedrich Nietzsche
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