Directly From My Heart
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It gets hard not being able to talk to anyone about what you actually feel......... This is my way of expression, I am letting my heart have a voice of its own, nothing specific ( the heart wants what it's wants) ... ..I actually and sincerely hope someone can relate and this will actually help someone move on.......
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