When I no longer have you, my soul will travel endlessly searching for your soul, trying to bring you back to me, but I fear it will never come to me again.
-Please return back home
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PoetryFor him, when he hugs me, he makes me feel like I'm coming home after a long day at work.
The bad of the good
When I no longer have you, my soul will travel endlessly searching for your soul, trying to bring you back to me, but I fear it will never come to me again.
-Please return back home
