This hole in my heart. It forever grows. Perhaps it was meant to be. No one really knows. This hole in my heart. I only give a shove. If you could only see: All I need is love. This hole in my heart. Mind

I am broken I think. Perhaps beyond repair. I can no longer determine with any measure of certainty who, what, when, where, how, or why I am, but it is ultimately irrelevant. The smallest spec of the