Hearts, by Rath101 |
My heart on my sleeve, taken by thieves. A successful steal, leaving no room to heal. It is never to return, no matter how much I yearn. Forget my woes, for there it goes. Say goodbye and pray it never dies. |
Posted: 2010-09-06 10:34:46 UTC |
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