I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love & yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do,yet dare not say I ever ment,
I seem stark mute but ijnward do prat.
I am & not,freeze & yet am burned.
Since from myself & another self I turned
I liked that first part alot... opposites, and all inside him, as if he's getting torn apart, almost.


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. It was written by Oscar Wilde.
