⊹₊˚✦ 𝓢𝓾𝓪𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ :
It is with a sorrow so settled, and so little disposed to be dislodged, that I carry myself through my ordinary engagements with a steadiness others mistake for contentment; and it is with the deepest regret, and with a desolation I cannot bring to reason, that I address you at an hour not of my choosing, for I am constrained to confess that your absence has altered the very texture of my life, and, with a heart long tired, I find the smallest recollection ever sufficient to unsettle the equanimity I labour to maintain; and, for all that discipline, I question, I doubt, I fathom, I refrain, lest any admission prove more costly than silence
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