No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell;
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
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Sonnet 71 | William Shakespeare
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Despair (Book 3)
Fiksi Penggemar"How much despair can a single year bring you?" "Enough to make waking up every day agonizing. Enough to make you want to give up."