As the hope of the new dawn grows near, a faint voice can be heard. It is my heart reaching out from the depths of Hell,softly calling out for someone's love. I can not stand to feel this pain nor can I stand the touch of this bitter loneliness. But to feel love again, would be as refreshing as a glass of water after a walk through the desert a thousand times. Nevermore shall I feel the warmth of a hot summers day. Only to feel the coldness that has be stilled my heart. And when all hopes are shattered and there nothing to lose. Then love will find a way.
Reason for writing:
For the love of my life.
Birth sign: Not entered
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