How I wish for our bridge to be rebuilt
Ever since it burned, the pain’s constant
And so is my daydreaming of your return
Losing myself to the only cure I know of

Heal (Poetry Series): I, II, III
Header image: Kaboompics.
How I wish for our bridge to be rebuilt
Ever since it burned, the pain’s constant
And so is my daydreaming of your return
Losing myself to the only cure I know of

Heal (Poetry Series): I, II, III
Header image: Kaboompics.
As I grew older, so did my desire to have my own home. And I must work so hard so I can afford a spacious, comfortable place that I can call my sanctuary.
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