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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Saturday, February 25, 2012
I AM DRIFTING IN THE GRAVEYARD OF MY HEART NOW,PLEASE HOLD ME CLOSER IN YOUR LOVE AND HEAL MY SOUL.
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