In love that has no home in a heart that is filled with pain,there is a sadness longing to be set free Free to love and be loved wanting what we can never find, longing for what we know we have had,saerching for the one to fill the empty space that taunts are most inner soul Finding that as the hours turn to days and the days turn to years that the past is what holds are future.Birth sign: Not entered
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