I'm J. Alfred Prufrock.
I was born in 1888.
And I'm kinda in love with this girl...
who doesn't even know I exist.
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I am a poet, abandoned and tainted.
I love a woman, and I can't seem to get her off my mind.
screamo
indie
"What Dreams May Come"
because, like my poetry, it is an experimental movie and it throws a whole new perspective out to those who have stuck to traditional, predictable turns. Also, in the end, it is his life I wish I had: reunited, forever young, and a chance to start all over again.
No time for T.V.
Oh yes, modern poetry is my fave.
I am not a man to have a hero, much less be considered one. I am a coward and wish to have my own faith.