why is life so tragic; so like a strip of pavement over an abyss.i look down;i feel giddy;i wonder how i am to ever walk to the end.but why do i feel like this? Now that i say it i dont feel it...Melancholy diminishes as i write.why dont i then write it down more oftener? well,ones vanity forbids.I want to appear a success even to myself. Yet i dont get to the bottom of it....
VIRGINIA WOOLF
VIRGINIA WOOLF
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