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Why must I feel like this,

each and every day.

The only time that sorrow,

doesn’t fill my hollow heart,

or creep in the deepest corners,

of my soul,

is when I’m talking to you.

Any other time,

I feel alone,

hopeless,

and useless to all.

But when I talk to you,

a smile takes the place of my frown,

it dries my tear soaked eyes,

and I forget about all the other problems,

I must face.

You make me feel alive,

you make me live.

And for that my dear,

I love you.



~*~ Jill ~*~