“rainy day
an old man
i too am a traveller
below the ice”
–@poem_exe
“And yet ‘tis a bitter pang under any circumstances to find another preferred to yourself. It is about the same blow as one would would probably feel if falling from a balloon. Your Icarian flight melts into a gruelling existence, scarcely superior to that of a sponge or a coral, or redeemed only from utter insensibility by your frank detestation of your rival.” –Coningsby
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