He is gone, the sustinance of my soul, the birth of my freedom, the shadow of my heart. How many times have I waited, Waiting for that moment in time. Dreaming of the day, The binding of our souls into one. Do I have to feel this havoc in my mind, The clock keeps ticking, I'm losing you more each day. Is there no remedy for a mind with a fond memory? Does time really heal wounds? Can time change our past? I believe that in everyday that I am alone, I realize the change. I am aware of the falling of autumn leaves. I stare at the sands of time. I am aware that it is running out. Until then, I am alone.Birth sign: Not entered
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