I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

Boston, MA
Joined September 2021
Years of love have been forgotten — in the hatred of a minute.
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Rome to the Caesar — this to me?
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Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries.
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Leave my loneliness unbroken…
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The fever called “living” is conquered at last.
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I became bitter and untouchable. I craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.
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A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid and very luminous...finely molded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy.
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A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty was but to sing, in voices of surpassing beauty, the wit and wisdom of their king.
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His heart is a suspended lute; as soon as you touch it, it resonates.
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Nameless here for evermore.
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But evil things, in robes of sorrow, assailed the monarch’s high estate…
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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before…
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I must perish in this deplorable folly.
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And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honesty of your intellect bring you to a halt. You indulge in no mystifications.
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oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am!
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I have no time to dote or dream…
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The world, and all it did contain In the earth—the air—the sea— Its joy—its little lot of pain That was new pleasure—the ideal,
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Laugh — but smile no more.
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Kind solace in a dying hour!
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We grew in age — and love — together, roaming the forest and the wild…
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…pour my spirit out in tears…
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