A Study in 19th Century Literature Lecture 1

I’ve fallen in love with my own sorrow
My broken heart produces the most beautiful tears
They glisten in the light and make the letters you wrote me much more tragic
My sobs sound like a symphony
Who knew such grief could create such beautiful music?
The bags under my eyes accentuate my eye color
I’m skin and bones now but I have an ideal waifish figure
Tragedy is the only color I look good in
Maybe the sound of my chest cavity expanding comforts me
Because it’s the only thing reminding me that I’m alive

-a study in 19th century romantic literature lecture 1

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