Sadly and strangely it was the lack of love that kept me prisoner. My heart contains no keyhole, it is the key. I could of ripped it out and slapped him with it and he still wouldn't of known what he had. That is why I'm in therapy. That is why I will heal and grow from this. Not so that I can love someone...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
