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Old 07-02-2009, 02:02 AM   #8
drugimpotence

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^ what a beautiful clip. And just think kids: once upon a time, long ago and far away, language was used like this:

"He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery—love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that’s how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded. There was something about the boy, a nervousness, a tenderness an uncertainty and I didn't understand... I didn't understand why this boy who wrote poetry didn't seem able to do anything else. He lost evey job. He came to me for help, but I didn't know then. I didn't know anything except that I loved him unendearably. At night I pretended to sleep, but I heard him crying... crying.... crying the way a lost child cries."
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