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My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

John Keats

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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
Judge-Rapporteur
Physician
Poet
Love
Selfish
Breathe
Cannot
Without

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