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I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? - P. Neruda

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Lost soul

"downhearted masks for mirrors"

"the age of gloomy dreams"

“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?” ― Vincent van Gogh

“The mountains are calling and I must go.” ― John Muir

“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.” ― William Shakespeare

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” ― Edgar Allan Poe

"Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!" ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow