From childhood's hour I have not been as others were,
I have not seen as others saw,
I could not bring my passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken my sorrow;
I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone;
And all that I loved, I loved alone.
Sing it Poe. I know exactly how you feel. Goddamn, that part in the poem gets
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