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No one cares about the stars or how they make my broken soul feel as if its been put back together with the warmth and love that has long since gone out of me.
No one cares about the lights on the mountain and how they've always signified home to me.
The simple things that make me feel, are of no concern to anyone.
I haven't had a home since she died...
I haven't felt at home since you left...
No one cares about the lights on the mountain and how they've always signified home to me.
The simple things that make me feel, are of no concern to anyone.
I haven't had a home since she died...
I haven't felt at home since you left...
Published 15th Dec 2018
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25th Dec 2018 1:01am
Loneliness can lead us to paths we don't want to go but find ourselves traveling -alone either towards that light or darkness. Whichever one that may consume our hearts at that particular moment at that specific moment within our lives.
