Lord Byron speaks with such passion and grace. He has been through it. He knows what he is talking about. finding solace in the stacks of Swem. Apparently the only way to freedom is to Swem.

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm, the canker and the grief
Are mine alone!

We madly smile when we should groan;
Delirium is our best deceiver.

Time tempers Love, but not removes,
more hallowed when its Hope is flad:
Oh! What are thousand living loves
To that which cannot quit the dead?

My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea...

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate me...



there are a couple things that i'd like to know....



i despise my own behaviour

im still a man in need of a saviour




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