Beautiful poetry makes me want to cry.

Not because it is beautiful, but because I can't write it.

I was born into this world destined to be a mathematician. I love math, it is poetry to me, it is art, it is beautiful. I'm majoring in it in college, I want to make it my career (although at this point I dont know how), and I'm perfectly content doing math just for the hell of it.

I'm good at math and this is my life.

However, math is hardly sufficient when you want to tell someone how much you love them. Or when your heart is broken so badly that you want to pour it out in the form of words on a page, but you can't because your mind can only process numbers.

Damnit I didn't even say this the way I want to because I was thinking about sequences and series the whole time! Seriously.

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