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Everything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers, who cried and cried at his grave. The flowers knew nothing of what had trespassed, but yet they embraced his grave as their own and lay there till they withered and passed away. No flower met another anymore. Each one was buried in their own graveyard. Their own destiny, their own world. But all met the same end. Each and every flower withered and withered till it could not be found anymore. ''We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.'' -Dead Poets Society
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