Like a vagabond at the edge of the shore, I would be searching for my guiding light.
Without your love I would be a lost bird dying by the side of the road.
Without you, how can I say I am complete. How can I say that I am me.
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torment. Written thoughts that open doors & open minds, allowing me to see the truth hiding in the shadows. "A dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read." — The Talmud