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(((Scarlet)))
Love is never pathetic. It hurts when you love someone who can't or won't love you as you deserve, but it is their inability to love that is pathetic, not your love.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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