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    So we stand crucified on a thoughtWith untreated magic bloodying through us.Like the darkness holds the night skyOur lies sustain the truth.We are martyrs of what is human.And Words you ...

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The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein