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April 23rd, 2006


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11:50 pm - A little low...
... so I think this is the perfect moment for my favourite poem. 




Then hate me when yhou wilt; if ever, now:
Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss.
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might.
      And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
      Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.

Sonnet XL - W. Shakespeare
Current Location: As usual
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
Current Music: silence
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