A road to choose
My life to prove
A heart so bruised
His voice it heals
I’ve grown so fond
I miss our bond
Like skipping stones on a pond I know I will feel it again.
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Aaron W
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Yes. A bruised heart will heal and we will feel again ❤️ Thank you for sharing this 💧🪨