Tʜᴇʀᴇ was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend,
And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming
And humming Sands, where windy surges wend:
And he called loudly to the stars to bend
From their pale thrones and comfort him, but they
Among themselves laugh on and sing alway:
And then the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Cried out, Dim sea, hear my most piteous story.!

-When you are old
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"ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ" sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏɴᴀᴜᴛ. "sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ" sᴀɪᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ. "sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ" sᴀɪᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs.

نمی‌خوام که انسان باشم.

گاهی احساساتی بودن بیش‌از اندازه‌ام رو بی‌نهایت دوست دارم چون باعث میشه که از داستان‌های غمگین نهایت لذت رو ببرم و گاهی، اون‌قدر غیرقابل تحمل و خارج از کنترل میشه که دلم می‌خواد قلبم رو از سینه‌ام بکشم بیرون.