Denise

"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep."

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I love this poem my dad always says "and miles to go before we squeak" I'm not sure why

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"Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self."

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This Sickness Chew Chew Swallow Sadness Sadness is all I feel now Whenever I eat I don't understand This sickness Is slowly taking over me

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I will always love you. It's impossible for us to stay apart.

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Apparently I am a compulsive melancholic. The more I know...

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