A better son/daughter
Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move Awake but cannot open my eyes And the weight is crushing down on my lun...There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep...The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror.
Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other. The sea is without a wrinkle. There is not a whisper of wind. The hours last...
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