Loss for words, my sould does speak the volumes are endless and leak into the heart and soul of another to whom my speech is enthralled. Cries are silent but echo to extremes of hope, life, love and dreams that carry the burden of life unspoken, bottled, bruised, tormented and broken. Depths behold me and all there is, is a choice, to speak my mind, raise my voice, to hear the silence, see the scars, to display my heart, and allow it's weakness to be unveiled! To you my love!
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