pain is n the heart that's where it start's then n ur chest it begins 2 burn n ake n other pain's accur emptyness hit's like a rock but don't stop, love can be joy n happyness if it's truest of love's nothings perfect we'll have are ups n down's, but working through it, we will, no arguing just talking just here 4 1another we stand as 1 helping with everything without hesitation no matter what it is, massage a shoulder just here n always n always here with n open ear an all of r deapest darkest secrets r like n open book nothing shut just opened up.... writtin by RICHARD O C
