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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
477
“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.”
476
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
475
“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.”
474
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
472
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
464
“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.”
462
“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.”
459
“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.”
456
“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.”
452
“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.”
445
“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.”
442
“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.”
441
“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.”
438
“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.”
434
“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.”
432
“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.”
