I read a poem I liked the other day.
"Gone - flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart."
Tennyson wrote that. I feel that way sometimes. Like there is indeed a cloud on my heart. I still feel like an outsider, even on Serenity, which seems to accept everyone. I find myself in my rooms more
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