"Here lies, a morbidus
of certain nutrix kind,
expired untimely,
though of restless mind,
she was, alas,
a victim of an artist's life."
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
blue
Dark quiet sadness, somewhere in between dullness and despare, I am at a loss. How can I love so much and have so little comfort to give ?..Oh, for the lack of woman in me..I am weak. Betrayed by every spoken word today I will say nothing. Nothing to be said..Sad.
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