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Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut - from the memorial inside the old Slaughterhouse.
Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
But time taught me how to see every second as heaven even though they’re perfectly disguised as hell
And I refuse to let past bruises cover the light
it ain’t all good, but its all good enough,
so I know I’m alright
agony is truth its our connection to the living I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now
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