Home is where the heart is.My home is by your side. On your bed. In your heart.That’s why it’s been so cold outside.Our hearts are empty of us.Because what I feel has no words and meaning in any other language.Just like my life here. Without words or meaning. I wanted to know you. Now I can’t forget you.I wish we’ve never met.I’ve stepped into our history with the wrong foot.Some kind of regret. Because it’s impossible to bare the idea of life without you.
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