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Sunday, September 8, 2013
The saddest happiness
He was happiest when he wrote.. But to write, his heart had to bleed. When his heart bled, it broke. When his heart broke, he became sad. When he was sad, he would begin to write. He was happiest when he wrote..
1 comment:
Brilliant.
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