Justin and Angel
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two lost souls trying to find their way back home when they had no one there for them to help them out of that big dark hole they turn to God whoever said it wasn't okay to cry whoever said it was ok to show anger frustration whoever said it wasn't okay to be an addict but how are you supposed to cope with things when you really don't have anybody there for you you can be in a room with a million people and still feel like the only one that is different or the only one that is alone that nobody cares about them everybody sitting there
pointing at them laughing at them talking to Secrets around them have you ever drove down the road and just thought that you weren't home this wasn't the place for you like the Earth is not your home that you're missing something I've always been searching for love and never could find it but you were searching all in the wrong places not talking about her soulmate this is in the beginning
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