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Deserted

There is a cold inside of me that cannot be warmed.

Bottled up, I stand against my own storm.

Waiting for you.

I'm always waiting.

Comments1

  • Clarita

    I can completely understand and relate to you. A never ending wait that never seems to bring happiness but more troublesome thoughts. Thank you for sharing.



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