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Whispers of your name flow through my mind
They carry through my day
Gently reminding me of your face
Blindly I hope for better days that may not come
Harshly I remember my mistakes and what they caused
But they are gone, they matter no more
There is only the hope that lives within me
It is small, almost miniscule
Love conquers all, except perhaps distance
Pain relives itself over and over in my soul
I am stepping closer to the end
But the road is long and covered with darkness
It seems the tunnel never ends
Somewhere among these twists and turns is light
And I shall find it
With whispers of your name haunting me
Piece Of Soul
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About Me
- Name: Becca
- Location: Annandale-On-Hudson, New York, United States
I am fun. I am a musician. I am crazy. I am sexy. I am a poet. I am alone. I am free. I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I am loved. I am a leader. I am a writer. I am dancing. I am. I am. I AM.
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