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BlackRoz

  • When I thought I knew you

    In the hallway, our eyes don't meetLike they used toOur words are stale, we don't talk oftenLike I want toI don't know how to fix this problem,I don't know what ...

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I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights