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Going through the sadness the grief of loosing my first love. |
| Recreate a bountiful define, to live dream and comply, The inner depth in me, in all i seek to want and to become A living sensation to live from, for how many tears do i shed in every moment every horror or words that’s said, for how long do i seek and need to just find happiness all other seek and set free.” “Every moment left unsaid, Keeps my heart more alive then dead. Every memorable moments i miss, All help in me to my own bliss. Every moment left untold Has everything in me left cold” — SHYLOW |