I feel hollow and in this walking earth, misplaced and disjointed as a ghost in this composition. A shadow of a shadow and never belonging.

The thought of love, Another wandering concept that this name belongs not. And idea that I could belong in such a heart that does not exist and I would shelter in as a foreigner.. An immigrant to something wanted but can not have..
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1 Response Dec 14, 2014

dont say that,of couse your worthy of being loved