Sometimes I think I died within,
Burning ashes reduced to nothing..
Plans and aims are no more sound,
Targets and goals no longer bound..
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We are all different under the stars and yet so much the same. We all fear we've failed, yearn to be praised, yearn to be accepted and loved and you found it all in her arms.....lucky boy. Ruthy: -))
I know the feeling..despite failures and hopelessness we still hold on to something..a hope that there's a person; ; whom you can lean on...it's so passionate and very touching..you made my heart shiver and I cried. Keep writing