Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
/Mark Strand/
It was too fast casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
Olen sellega juba leppinud. Ma lihtasalt ei oska vastu armastada nii, nagu mind armastatakse. Ja see teeb haiget ning mitte ainult teistele, vaid ka mulle endale. It's true, I must be a heartless bitch
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