Comte De Monte Cristo

Here rests the thoughts of an immortal, making of what the world hath thrown at him.

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"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault--you, one of the most formidable logicians I know--and you must see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians,--that is, you assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you possess."

Thursday, April 14, 2005

I feel that, something is missing, soemthing was removed from my mind or body. Im on the border of 18 maybe im losing my youth now. I lost the feeling, the abilities to sense and feel other humans, im losing that link which makes me so confident and egoistic. I somehow subconciously wrote a flowing poem of sorts while talking to my friend shaojun that expresses my deepest thoughts.

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those were the days of
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my youth
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now im becoming an adult
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I can feel im losing the
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its the feeling you know
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that feeling that
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you lost touch with something
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and something is just gone from inside you
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I dont know what it is but its certainly gone now
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thats why I behave...
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strangely
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cant make up my mind that well
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feeling rather ....
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isolated
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and not like before, i cannot see your thoughts or anyother people's thoughts
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that makes me feel
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in danger and vulnerable
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I wished i never grew up.

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