My heart is where my Home is but your not there
and you gave me so much, so why am I empty?
Seeds were planted in so many hearts,
but now mine just feels so broken.
It seems like tonight even Heaven cries,
I've seen lots of dark skies, but there's no star in sight
You don't know what you have until it's gone.
Excerpt from poem by T. Hermes
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