Another woman will be always much closer to the man I love. 
It doesn’t matter how unsuitable she is in whoever’s eyes.

What man would put up with a lifetime of mental labour?

I wonder, though, why I still bother trying, knowing at the same time I cannot win.

My eyes are so endlessly heavy, and this lesson weighing on my mind.

After I knew I couldn’t put up with a book about youth, I decided to let another book sleep next to me tonight. 

At eight, I lie my head on the ornamented cover of ”I wonder” and melt into curves.

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