What is it like to live a lie?
To be able to laugh, but not to cry?
To lack all love, but know to hate,
Who can possibly desire this fate?
It isn't worth it to be free of tears,
To not know sorrow, doubt, or fears.
The way we know what happiness is,
Is to feel such pain and sadness as this.
- Eliza Woodhouse
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Man, my stuff is so lame.
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