Her memory is
alive inside me, and this
Is what gives me warmth.
:):
How does it work?
Thank you. We keep them alive inside of us. Even if they are with us. Especially if they are not. <3
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Thank you. We keep them alive inside of us. Even if they are with us. Especially if they are not. <3