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**The Wounds That Never Heal Can Only Be Mourned Alone** |
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Nothing Brings More Pain Than Too Much Pleasure; |
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To be accurate, write; |
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In a universe of ambiguity |
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There are words like freedom, |
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This above all: to thine own self be true. |
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The best is yet to be. |
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Hold fast to dreams, |
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You can ruin a heart by trying to fill it up. |
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With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion. |