I miss the comfort in being sad.
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I miss the comfort in being sad.
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My heart is broke, but I have some glue Help me inhale and mend it with you We'll float around, hang out on clouds then we'll come down and have a hangover
I take pride as the king of illiterature.
The sun is gone, but I have a light.
I am forced, as I have often said, to try to make myself laugh, that I may not cry: for one or other I must do.
Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of Grief the blunder of a life.
Joy and sorrow both have part in my solitude.