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[xindarknessx]

i don't find guidance in this "journal" i don't feel better in writing things down that i feel. it hurts me, it hurts other people. i don't believe in writing anymore. i don't believe in anything anymore. am i losing all hope? but what is holding on to me? it seems to have already let go. "but i still have hope, i'm going to find my way home" phil

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Eloisa to Aberlard

[anonymous]

Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee.

Sincerely

anonymous