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And why shouldn't I grieve intensely when
I've just cause, and want to so badly? when grieving drives out a thought which flays my soul, strips me of all other thoughts and leaves me in helpless tears. Perhaps I'd like to find some remedy for the raw ache which makes me want to die. Perhaps my passion would subside if I chose silent dignity? But when I'm silent I suffer much more; the venomous roots of my bitterness would grow, spread, take permanent hold while I dissembled my vulnerability. For me there is no pity, hope has died; I've learned there are greater evils than death. |
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Notes: From B A2:9:90. In MS Pc. Key |