Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Shelter my soul

There's gems in my world. Tons that have stood right by me. We've outshine; Almost leaves you blinding. I'm understanding that no matter how many times I repeat the story, Whether the translation is dead on--Nobody an I mean nobody can ever grasp how empty this feels. And as much as they all know the passion that was set off. Letting go of that life isn't so easy. I'm still touching clouds with you from rise to dawn.

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