This is an excerpt from E.A. Poe's poem "Alone".
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
The verse has been rolling through my mind of late;
thought I'd share it.
Likely we've all felt this way to some degree
Le Moniteur de la Mode, January 1853
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