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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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When I Hoped I Feared, By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 24, 2019September 26, 2019

    When I hoped I feared,
    Since I hoped I dared;
    Everywhere alone
    As a church remain;
    Spectre cannot harm,
    Serpent cannot charm;
    He deposes doom,
    Who hath suffered him.

AmericaEmily Dickinson

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