Ophelia (
bandyboxed) wrote in
dear_mun2012-06-17 02:45 pm
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decipher the clues
How...how could you? You have taken me from my rightful end. No longer a daughter, no longer a sister, or no longer a lover--my sheets stained already with blood. Hamlet has gone mad, and with his injuries to me, once, twice, and this staying, growing third, there be no reason to linger any longer.
What future is there for us?
Sorrowfully,
Ophelia
What future is there for us?
Sorrowfully,
Ophelia
