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“There are some people, not good people, who will always need a target on which to project their vitriol, but due to their cowardice, they wait for permission from the collective.”

Quote by Criss Jami

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Criss Jami
Criss Jami

Criss Jami is a contemporary poet known for his profound philosophical thoughts and unique poetic style. Born on May 29, 1987, he has shown a passion for literature and philosophy from a young age, which is evident in his works. more

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