(Source: porcelainplates, via writeitspeakitliveit)
Missing someone is the saddest emotion by far.
She may be a saint,
and I may be ugly and hairy,
But she'll soon find out that
that doesn't matter a bit.
I'm collecting my strength;
one day I shall manage without her,
And she'll perish with emptiness then,
and begin to miss me.
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