She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
B: "Don't you want to be happy?"
W: "Happy?"
B: " What, do you have something against being happy?"
W: " God help us ..." *laughgs*
B: " What do you have against being happy?"
W: " It's contrary to the human condition."
B: " It's contrary with your condition, gotta agree with that."
W: " Haaapyyy " *laughs*
B: " What? Like there ain't no such thing? "
B: " Not for nobody? "
W: " No ! "
B: " How did we get ourselves in such a fix as this?"
W: " We were born in such a fix as this."
W: " Suffering and human destiny are the same thing. Each is a description of the other. "
i made a mistake in my life today
everything i love
is lost in drawers
i wanna start over
i wanna be winning
way out of sync from the beginning...
and i read into the letter that is filled with beauty
the beauty of what was, what is and what won't be
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