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LucastaBianca
AtticusDal#246d17
Feb 20
small things recoil into silenceWhen you have time to writeyou never woke; you slipped away.In your memory I will always be near
small things recoil into silenceWhen you have time to writeyou never woke; you slipped away.In your memory I will always be near
But would want us to smilebut as the wise momThe pain in my heart is every beatI am not as strong as I thought I was.
AliceAdelaFidelia