If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing,
Then better far the hateful fret, the sting.
Better the wound forever seeking balm
Than this gray calm!
Is this pain's surcease? Better far the ache,
The long-drawn dreary day, the night's white wake,
Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath
Than passion's death!
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I feel the exact same way. Bravo!
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loved this line:
Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath
Than passion's death!
much like-better to have loved in vain-than not to have loved at all!
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Very short, but it packed a very powerful punch. I loved this piece, it was such a joy to read. Your message was outstanding. Your a gret writer
Keep it up
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Its short, but really pretty. Youre a great writer.
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