If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE

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I wanna talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. I am afraid you don’t want me to say anything. So I don’t. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel, like how I miss you. And how I love you, despite my broken heart. And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you. But those words may forever stay in my heart, locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too .. But I’ll never know.