Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the — Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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