I Smile To Myself Knowing That They

Why Can I Never Go Back To Bed? Who's Is The Voice Ringing In My Head? Where Is The Sense In These Desperate Dreams? Why Should I Wake When I'm Half Past Dead?

For This Freedom I Have Given All I Had For This Darkness I Gave My Light For This Wisdom I Have Lost My Innocence Take My Petals And Cover Me With The Night

Studies Show: Intelligent Girls Are More Depressed Because They Know What The World Is Really Like Don't Think For A Beat It Makes It Better When You Sit Her Down And Tell Her Everything Gonna Be All Right She Knows In Society She Either Is A Devil Or An Angel With No In Between She Speaks In The Third Person So She Can Forget That She's Me

Shakespeare; The Only Man I'd Ever Love.

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