Classical Grief and suddenly my life becomes meani as every word I speak goes mute and every opinion I have goes unfe so this is what they meant by “tee this is what they meant by finding
You can't find it there Where is the love? I thought I found it once, but I was a blinded, fool I saw the lightening I heard the thunder
Not just Alone It’s not being alone. I don’t mind being alone. It’s the loneliness. I can’t stand being suffocated by 1
