Love doesn't begin to explain it.
Love is a word people use on people they barely know.
On friends on family.
It is overused and abused.
No one knows love the way I do.
No one knows love the way you do.
Love for me means something totally different for you.
Love doesn't begin to Describe it.
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Tales For The Broken
RandomStory's of story's and stories telling stories about stories. This has a bunch of little stories and talks about things I believe in. I hope you find something you like I'm trying to be more Iowan to every one so I love to hear from you guys. What d...
