Hope comes along, you reach out your arm and extend a hand. Not even your finger tips can brush that heart you want.
Your soul crys out
You want it gone
Your heart aches
You wish to stab it
Your mind races
You want it to smash into a brick wall
But you stand there still your arm stretched out, your fingers barely brushing the heart, and you hope.












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I love it.
You should write so much more, love.
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In Canada, it's illegal to jump from a flying airplane without a parachute.
Now this old one is my favorite of all...
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I'm a lover not a fighter
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