I know where I’m going
and I know the truth,
and I don’t have to be what you want me to be.
I’m free to be what I want!
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With subtle and finely wrought temperaments
it is always so.
Their strong passions must either bruise or bend.
They either slay the man, or themselves die.
Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on.
The loves and sorrows
that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
