Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. — Jean Cocteau
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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

— Jean Cocteau
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