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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Thursday, April 25, 2002

What is love?
Why does it constantly stalk me,
Whispering sweet promises in my ear,
Why must I crave it,
When I know it will only rob me of my heart and soul?

I've got a huge crush on this guy.It's been a while now and we've hooked up a couple of times already.I wish I had enough confidence to go and tell him what I feel in my heart.Damn all my past relationships....damn them.

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