De gournay I see

Dearest diary,

I write a sad note  yet I feel happy to be your writer.

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  I ran and I ran and I could feel all the hearts beat from the walls. I think there’s at least one of you that dreamt to be freed.

But I know at least 3 of you were in love with him. And I could see the heart in his eyes thumping as you exhaled to hold fast to the fury  that he is. You too think he could love. I feel a heart but I see a soul lost amongst the hearts that once hath beaten through these walls of bare empty but merely beautiful,   De gournay.

 

       I fear that’s  all I got
tonight dearest,

         Rianna Kate Shaikh
Pause: Eddie de pretto
One little waltz tonight;
andrea Vanzo