RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Nothing touching a broken heart, tears keep everything away,
not wanting to feel the pain of love or remembering the things
Times spent loving and believing all the promises being made.
Now, nothing is able to touch a broken heart, because it has
died to it's life.
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