ALONE, EDGAR ALLAN POE
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 I lov'd—I lov'd alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view
SYLVIA PLATH
"How we need another soul to cling to."
"So many people are shut up tight inside themselves as boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only typ were interested in them."
VINCENT VAN GOGH
"A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke."
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