Saint Patricks day, here I stand. With a hole where my heart use to be. Nothing to say, nothing turned out as planned.Life taking it's toll, since you were taken from me.
How will I live without you? You are always on my mind. Seasons come and go. A life so short without reason. Happiness so hard to find.
Originally Posted On Site: 2011-03-17 09:50:25
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