When he leaves my heart goes cold, When he's close my heart is warm. When I remember the past an cry, he holds me in his arms. When I'm smiling and happy he usually is too, but without him my heart shrivles and is cold. My tears run for miles, I hide the pain so he never knows, I try to stop the tears that do come around him but it can not be helped. He is warm and loving and I'm addicted to his warmth.View User's Journal
Thoughtless Writing
This Journal is gonna have basicly my life and thoughts in it, if u want to know me, or MORE about me, then this journal will have stuff about me that only my friend here in NC would know and understand so ya read if u want.
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