If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think ‘How lucky are the dead.’
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think ‘How lucky are the dead.’
“
| — | Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker (via whatfreshhellisthis) |
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