May 2018
My true love was a blessing.
But now its a curse.
Sharp edges of a broken heart
Makes my soul bleed.
My life is an empty book
With blank pages, and nothing
To read.
But now its a curse.
Sharp edges of a broken heart
Makes my soul bleed.
My life is an empty book
With blank pages, and nothing
To read.
(F)
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