My heart longs to come into contact with another heart that loves as strong. And my heart needs to come into contact with a heart that is not taken over by hate and weeds. And my heart desires to come into contact with another heart that will unite its gasoline with my hearts fire. And my heart deserves to come into contact with another heart that will give everything to my heart, and give it the world. But my heart has not been treated very well. Pushed and pulled, stabbed, and cut down the middle, my heart has been placed under a semi dark veil. Waiting ever so patiently for another beating organ to come and break the spell. And my heart will wait, because truly, only time will tell. And my heart waits to come into contact with another heart that has waited as well.
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