My mind is the most restless of all creations one moment it is thinking some thing and then another. Not even bothering to finish one thought before it leaps on to another.
At times I wonder how it has managed to stay with me all these years or it has left me a long time ago.
About Me
- oldspite
- Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
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