Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Didi

What shall I tell you of this loneliness? It forces its way into me when the sun goes down and the darkness strays impetuously into my silent room through the frosted windows. A half-cry rises in my breast, and I want to scream, but that would be unseemly and unmanly. After all, I chose this. It was my own choice. And the cross of making the right choice I bear with me every night into my bed, and sometimes my pillow is damp when I wake up

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