A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape, they sound like beautiful music.
| Kierkegaard
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
pain..
tonight im so full of pain.... i just realized ive been living in illusion for long period of time..nobody seems to care and nobody gives any shit about my being ..
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