Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.
Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie, but rather mourn the apathetic, throng the coward and the meek who see the world's great anguish and its wrong, and dare not speak.
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