If in longing, and suffering the pains of solitude,
ones heart finds the piece, to fulfill the void.
Is the love ever so true,
or like a mask,
just hiding what is behind it??
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About Me
- Lifes Passions
- Normal words and sentences don't flow from my lips. My words confuse some, as if from another time or place. My thoughts are your dreams, or nightmares. My heart the worlds safety blanket, or punching bag. My eyes the portal to my soul, are open for you to read. I hope you enjoy
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