Right now I feel like she is this near, kindred soul, I actually feel her pulsating under my skin. My cadence has changed and my head follows suit. Wish I could scream like she does. Wish I could shout like she does. Wish I could be her, but me. I am drawn. She brings me to tears. She knows how cold a heart can feel. She is here right now, alone with me in my solace, in the cold warmth. Sing some more for me.


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  1. Oh my, Charlene made it here.... Well. I will earnestly and conscientiously intend to do/ accomplish transferring my thoughts onto said


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