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About me:

"From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—" - Edgar Allan Poe "Sometimes when you're asleep, i lie there and listen to you breathe. did you know that your hand reaches out for me, even then? you find me in the dark of the night like it's the most natural thing you've ever done."

Who I'd like to meet:

"Misery finds its victims in the hearts of the grieving." omfg i hate them so much 💔 "You are not the bitter truth-Rather,you are the sweetest ending There is'nt a single soul unaware of you; Everyone knows you, Even if they pretend they don't. When life becomes heavy, When hearts grow tired of reality- You wait, silent, Patient as always. Humans, as usual, refuse to praise The one who brings them pain, But deep down, They know... You are the gentle release, The soft surrender, The final peace." "Living's overrated"