Friday, February 3, 2017

Days left: 90

One day I will run out of books to read. And when that day comes, I will think of you, and you, and only you - drowning myself with sorrow until the emptiness overcomes me. And then I will read all my books again to fill the gaping hole, and to relive the old days with the hopes of finding you and your lost love somewhere among the pages.

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