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| pSyche |
I have given you so many chances. You were the first seed I planted and you grew.Your roots took hold in the soil of my heart. The warm and fertile earth of my being. I rested in your shade and we felt as if we were complete. But autumn is coming, darling, and yes you have reasons to live, but there are so many seasons to die. |
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| swears the misfortune | Only the good ones die in summer. | 070703 |
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| unhinged | summer 07 | 070704 |
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| epitome of incomprehensibility | The pat answer is that Werther's too easily influenced by the weather. I feel sorry for him, and frustrated; I'd tell him he trusts people too easily, but he's fictional. | 140326 |