My heart is black. It stinks. My mind, once filled with dreams of beauty is a furnace of revenge. Three years ago when I was born I laughed for joy at the heat of the sun. I cried at the call of the birds. The world was a cornucopia to me, now it is a waste of frost and snow.

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Frankenstein (2011) - theater
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