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Stoic poetry...stoetry? |
| Am I imperfect? No, then I must love it. I must love my fate For my fate is I Amor Fati But then I must ask Why must I love it? Why love this dreadful fate? Because my fate is I Amor Fati I must because I live I live because I must I must because I am My fate Amor Fati horrible fate wonderful fate They feed the fire My fire, my fate Amor Fati |