I wish I could apply the lyrics of this song:
"Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Because a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries"
I am no rock though.
And I do cry.
And that's all I have to say.
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