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You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

Antonio Porchia

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Antonio Porchia
Age: 81 †
Born: 1886
Born: November 25
Died: 1968
Died: November 6
Aphorist
Poet
Writer
Suicide
Killing
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Thinking
Committing

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