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“There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.” quote by Charles Bukowski — Download Open image

“There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.”

Charles Bukowski

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