My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use for my pen, which lies languorously without grief. Nothing is better than to live a storyless life that needs no writing for meaning— And when I am gone, let others say they lost a sober lady, though no one knows how happy I was.
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Ah, to live life without a care, if only !!
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Some wishful thoughts, indeed! 😄. Thank you for swinging by
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Sober lady was a wonderful idea. Well Done
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What a compliment! Thank you so much for stopping by 😄
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