Sadness invades my soul.
Like reality,
in its sharp fold.
My heart is longing,
for someone to hold.
All my dreams
have been bought and sold.
My body is weary
and feeling old.
Life is my story,
every day it's told.
Looking for shelter,
away from the cold. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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