Sometimes I feel there’s a hole inside of me; An emptiness that at times seems to burn I have this dream of being whole. Not going to bed each night wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me
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