Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I've heard the strange madness long growing in your soul, in your isolation, but you, fortunate in your ignorance, you who have suffered, find where love hides, give, share, lose, lest we die unbloomed.
My feeble notions of productivity have already gone and committed suicide. Twice.
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We've suffered too! Do you think it was a picnic, disposing of your husband's remains?