Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.>>









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Difference is another word for Beauty
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*The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.*
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Difference is another word for Beauty
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show me more and i'll show some..
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