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“Oh Susie, I often think that I will try to tell you how very dear you are, and how I'm watching for you, but the words won't come, though the tears will, and I sit down disappointed. Yet, darling, you know it all-- then why do I seek to tell you? I do not know. In thinking of those I love, my reason is all gone from me, and I do fear sometimes that I must make a hospital for the hopelessly insane, and chain myself up there so I won't injure you.”

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was a renowned American poet of the 19th century, known for her unique poetic style and profound introspection. Her poetry is characterized by its concise form and philosophical language, often exploring themes such as life, death, nature, and religion. more

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