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“One day I woke up and realized no amount of love, care, pain, hurt, anger, or retribution could ever transform those who are evil into good or kind people. That day I let go; I stopped caring for them, gave up any hope for their souls, and knew they were never worthy of me or my time.”

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Ken Poirot

Ken Poirot, born on October 11, 1971, is a renowned author known for his unique literary style and profound social insights. His works have won the hearts of readers with their distinctive perspective and deep understanding of society. more

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