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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented. - Quote by Clarice Lispector

I just know that I don’t want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don’t believe in myself because my thought is invented.

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