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“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
498
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
497
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
494
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
494
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
493
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
492
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
491
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
490
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
489
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
488
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
487
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
486
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
485
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
484
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
483
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
482
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
481
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
480
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
480
The Existentialistic Woes and Worries of an Exclamation Mark
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
Once upon a time there was an exclamation mark
Who did not want to be an exclamation mark
But just a vertical line with a dot underneath
479
“I am become a sour woman, I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
