Hamlet Missing Piece 2

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Hamlet Missing Piece 2

“Who’s there?” Who writes these opposing views of vengeance and forgiveness? It could not be I, for I have no purpose. All I have is sorrow. “Tis not alone my inky cloak, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, 'That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show- These but the trappings and the suits of woe.” “When sorrows come, they come not single spies.” I wish “that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!” “'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.” “I am sick at heart.” “To desperation turn my trust and hope, An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope.” I wish not to be this version of myself -- “A face without a heart, A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.” But I am who I am and “I am sick at heart” indeed.

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#1Suicidal, Depressed Hamlet


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