Why do I frighten off good fortune?
How can I be tortured so?
Despite all of my wishes and labors,
What I want is what cannot grow.
I've fought long and hard against this fate,
Yet the answer is the same!
So I finally resign to sorrow untold,
Left with the whisper of thy name.
- Eliza Woodhouse
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There's this guy I know at school, he's like uber passionate about poetry.... he'd love you. Or maybe he already does.
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