I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Monday, 19 December 2011
there's not a day
there's not a morning, when i dress that you're not on my mind. there's not an afternoon at my desk, that you're not on my mind. there's not an evening, on my laptop that you're not on my mind. there's not a night, when i close my eyes that you're not on my mind. i like it this way.
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