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[emeraldgreen21]

Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;

For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

From "Desire is Death": Sonnet 147,

Shakespeare

Comments

[kleopatra]

FREAK OUT!

Color me crazy.

[emeraldgreen21]

Too late my friend, too late.

[kleopatra]

sigh

[emeraldgreen21]

If only I could be so unaffected by people as to not care when I've hurt my friends.

Oh well, at least SOMEONE around here is happy...