They're everywhere! It seems everybody wants their
deep, dark, diary-like secrets read by everyone and their dog...
Hi. I'm feeling blue. I wrote this and thought you would like to read it.Love in my life is like sand,I give it care and attention,Then a strong gust of wind sifts through my hand,I loose yet again
Do you mean LOSE (as in I can't find something) or do you mean LOOSE (like the shirt is too loose?) Nice poem though--I can picture the images. Sorry you're sad.
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