Poem Quote #7000562
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she hesitates "i'm okay" but i don't think

she hesitates "i'm okay"
but i don't think even all the worlds oceans
could fill her empty heart
(h.c)

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posted July 3, 2014 at 11:58pm UTC tagged with poem, sad, okay, poetry, empty, home, ocean, quote

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