I stand amid the roar of surf tormented shore,
And hold within my hand, grains of a golden sand.
How few, yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep.
While I weep, WHILE I WEEP!
Oh God! Can I not clasp them with a tighter grasp?
Oh God! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we or seem but a dream within a dream?
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thank you, stephenie meyer:
for making girls fall in love with a sparkling gay faerie.
for teaching girls that suicide is the answer when your boyfriend leaves you.
for teaching girls that when your boyfriend is mean to you, it really means he loves you.
for insulting vampires.
for teaching girls to be manipulative brats towards their boyfriends.
-by phoenix-lois
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And, in parting with you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong, who deem,
That my days have been a dream.
Yet if hope has flown away,
In a night or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand.
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep... while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp them in a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save one from the pitiless wave?...
Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?" -E.A.P.
Yes, that WAS completely necessary. Nyah.