I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Suitcase heart
It's the second September I have known you
And all that time, I felt just fine I held so many people in my suitcase heart I didn't know the way so it took me 'till today to get here But I've begun to trust the view here.
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