My soul, untethered.
My heart aches.
I ask - when?
I plead - soon?
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Untethered.
My soul, untethered.
My heart aches.
I ask - when?
I plead - soon?
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Untethered.
Working too much....and unfortunately not online as much as I'd like.
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