Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
My fav passage of my fav poem.
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Soco. I hear you. I get it. Mornings are hard for me. And that means evenings are hard too. I don’t have any great wisdom. Just wanted you to know I hear you and you are not alone. Hope that helps a little
Thanks. I helps a lot. Especially when sitting on a crowded train to work and feeling so alone. Thanks again.
Ain’t it true. And thanks to the net you can see those you know or grew up with who were born to sweet delight and here’s you in a state of permanent mental torture trying to put a brave face on it when you ache so badly to die and wish to god you or the planet itself had never existed.