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I get really mad when I misinterpret things.
First at the people, then at myself.
After a while I calm down, I dont like mistakes because thought that I might mentally powerslide into the madness of Nimrod,Nebudkadnezar or Nietzsche is one my greatest dreads in pursuing philosophical questioning
I love the Truth, I don't want to live a lie
I dont want to trust a succubus or Delilah
My anger is to protect me from tragic developments
I yearn for love, but not the crazy
In short, I hate being wrong knowing that foolish trust & boast kills even the GOATs,giants and gentlest souls