I wish I would be able to finish my introduction to sociology and french revolution and cold war history. They are all very important to me. God Bless me. I must work harder tomorrow.
Goodnight
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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