He is more myself
than I am.
Whatever our
souls are made of,
his and mine
are the same.
Emily Brontë 1846
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He is more myself
than I am.
Whatever our
souls are made of,
his and mine
are the same.
Emily Brontë 1846
-*-
All Rights Reserved to LoveVincitOmnia 2016. Please don't copy or reproduce.
Everyone acts differently around me... Why?
Everyone talks seriously with me... Why?
Everyone hates me... Why?
Because I am different
Because I am strange
Because I am me
That's why.
Charlie Weasle...