04 May, 2009
SISSY
I've only ever been brought to tears via literature one time, and it was while I had to translate Jaques Prevert's poem Dejuner du Matin to my french tutor. I think it's so beautiful and so sad and therefore have decided that you can just judge for yourself (or just make fun of me for being so fucking lame).
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