From childhood’s hour~
I have not been as others were.
I have not seen as others saw.
I could not bring my passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken my sorrow.
I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone,
And all I loved, I loved alone.
When I adopted my cat, he had spent the first months of his life as a foster kitten in a house full of dogs. 3 years later, and he still barks. Just wanted to show everyone this
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