Aug 2015
My hearts wasn't broken
But it hurts the same,
I miss the tuch
But I've never been held,
Can't stop thinking about
what it might be like,
To be loved
Even for just a moment in time.
But it hurts the same,
I miss the tuch
But I've never been held,
Can't stop thinking about
what it might be like,
To be loved
Even for just a moment in time.
(Portland Oregon)
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