Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and fa — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and fa — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and fa — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and fa — Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and fa — Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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