Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. — Roland Barthes
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. — Roland Barthes
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. — Roland Barthes
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. — Roland Barthes
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering. — Roland Barthes
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Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.

— Roland Barthes
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