There is a hole in my heart, what can I do?
Please someone help me, I'm in pain too.
I'm hurting so bad, can't shake this pain.
I have this hole in my heart, my love was in vain.
Countless nights I spent in tears.
Sleepless nights, can't get rid of my fears.
I'm afraid I can't love with this hole in my heart.
I'm afraid I can't love; it's tearing me apart.
I'm afraid I'll never, never feel love so pure.
This hole in my heart, will it ever be cured?
Please someone help me to heal this pain.
I have this hole in my heart, so hard to sustain.
What can I do? I ask once more.
With this hole in my heart, not there before.

As I was walking down a dirt road.
I picked a daisy along the way.
I thought of my true love,
And where he was today.
I look at the daisy's petals.
They were each white as snow,
I thought that I should pull them
To see if he still loved me so.
He loves me, he loves not,
Went running through my mind.
Should I pull the petals away,
To see what I would find.
My love had gone away,
Many, many days ago.
For whatever the petals would say
I knew he had loved me so.
I did not need this flower,
To tell me what I already knew.
That he had loved me so,
With a love so rare and true.
I looked at the daisy once more,
With thoughts of my Love and what we shared.
Then I continued down the dirt road,
With the daisy in my hair

And suddenly my mood drops,
that feeling of wholeness and content vanishes and leaves behind it no trace, as if it was never there.
The void widens and my chest aches,
crawling up through my ribs and spreading across each inch of my flesh and skin until I feel consumed with
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My mind blanks and swirls and gets lost in itself as I try to distract myself from the nothingness that feels as if it is living inside me like a disease,
an incurable illness just waiting to destroy me and as I breathe in
my lungs expand and I become painfully aware of my own fragile
mortality.

This guy I know,
Brings me more smiles then I would like to show.

This guy I know,
Never fails to shock me.

This guy I know,
Let me sit with him,
Even when I thought I was hated by him.

He seems to accept me,
For being the completely weird me.

This guy I know,
His name being Joe,
Is a really good friend,
Even to a girl like me.

The flyers facing there cross-state rivals Pittsburg Penguins
Backup goalie emery in net starts of good then it turns for the worset
3-0 penguins i am wide eyed and mouth open stunned
then second period flyers score 4 goals
one by the capten, two by a deffense men, and the last by a rookie
Third period flyers get puck with one minute left the pensguins
Pull  there goalie and sean couturier shoots it down the ice for
a empty net goalie game over flyers forge a 5-3 victory for the record books and prove they are better then the flyers