Behind my heart
Leia Melova
Behind my heart There is a story, That you will never understand. I have a lot of wound and gory I'm literally bleeding in your hands. Behind my heart There is a pain, That you have given me one day. I can't resolve my issue, problem, Because I love you, but can't stay. Behind my heart There is a hope, That you so hard to try erase. And i can't rip the solid ropes, But you can see the suffer in my eyes.
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
@Leia Melova Ah no noo... Actually I use it kinda everywhere hehe...
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2020-12-15 19:59:10
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Leia Melova
@JENOVA JACKSON CHASE 😂😂😂 okay
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2020-12-15 20:01:59
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
@Leia Melova yahhhhh,😁😁😁.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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