The loneliness inside me, the broken figures of my dream The lonely me , one lonely my love. We went our separate ways dear To find the happiness and bliss without fear. Still my soul searches for you, my one true loyal love. I am still that lonely person, you are still my lonely love.
Don’t let go of the love you have found for the material things you have yet to achieve. Love in it’s true form will help you reach all your goals, all you have to do is let it come to you.
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