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"Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with my most high deserts? Though, yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides my life and shows not half my parts. If I could write 'bout my elegance; And in fresh numbers number all my glories; The time to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly face." "What belongs 2 me always invite raised eyebrows but raised eyebrows i m used to... my actions r nt what they call ideal because what is ideal is conventional and what is conventional is boring... as boring as every one else like... I PREFER TO LIVE LIFE MY OWN WAY!!!" "In spring, when woods ar