Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.
You know, bad poetry I wrote in high school can still be found on the Internet, and, you know, there's a Web log of our college newspaper. You know, there's so many different stages of my creative development are sort of on-record if somebody were to choose to look for them.
Neither money nor position can atone to me for low birth.
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