Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Will I love him too much forever? I ask no one. Is it a burden to carry forever? a. Do I not know what time is like? Haven't I carry on enough?



WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery,

"nO Second Troy"

by Yeats, W.B.

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