"What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warm."
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I don't even want to type right now.
I want to talk to Marie.
But it's too early...
Why do I type this out, when it hurts to do so?
Because I have nothing else to do.
Between listening to my sister flirt with her boyfriend,
and my mother yell at me to get ready for school,
this is the only peace I'll get, it seems.
I get depressed easily, because I purposely think too
much about things. I even revisit sad events, just so
I can never forget them.
My mom's now screaming, so now I have a headache.
A splitting head and unhappy thoughts.
I wonder what poison tastes like.
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warm."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't even want to type right now.
I want to talk to Marie.
But it's too early...
Why do I type this out, when it hurts to do so?
Because I have nothing else to do.
Between listening to my sister flirt with her boyfriend,
and my mother yell at me to get ready for school,
this is the only peace I'll get, it seems.
I get depressed easily, because I purposely think too
much about things. I even revisit sad events, just so
I can never forget them.
My mom's now screaming, so now I have a headache.
A splitting head and unhappy thoughts.
I wonder what poison tastes like.
