From childhood's hour I have not been as others were, I have not seen as others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.
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I could go all post-modern on you and talk about how much we idolise death, and how it has become more a part of our lives now than it had ever been, and how it's nothing more than a tired old joke anymore, a hopscotch into the void... but that would be tasteless.