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such sadness heavy sits
in shades of black and grey
tangled heartstrings and bits
how heavy thy burdens weigh
what sadness on the soul
tears upon tears upon no more tears
eyes glow a bright black hole
vast reflecting pools of sorrows fears
this expanse of sadness runs
once clear waters icy dark
endless horizons with no suns
a blood-red moon burns black and stark
such sadness heavy sits
lost and bereft thou pray
for new light mercy permits
how heavy thy burdens weigh
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http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/
"Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you."
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