It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Charles Bukowski on broken heart
“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
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