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[unsaidtonight]

"Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a feverdream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasdomic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats, humiliations,

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[maleficemasquer]

where is this from?

[unsaidtonight]

the book that im reading, "Letters from the Earth" by Mark Twain.

[_holyfkinshit_]

i like that.

WAH?

[crobdan]

Dear GOD, your depressing over the Internet. I mean, this might have just been a mood you were in but CHRIST! You seem so much more happier at school! Even more then I am!