When things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep
Maya AngelouSelf-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.
Maya AngelouWhen things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep
Maya AngelouSelf-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.
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