“Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.” — Charles Dickens
The chill that spreads inside you when you think of the most boring person you ever met, and wonder if you are that to someone.
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