that he died every night so she could breathe. I will read this quote everyday until I feel it in myself again. This is my journal, I'm a writer, I NEED to write. I want to write to him, and I have more than I should. So now I'll write here. Welcome to the next chapters of my life. | |||
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The sun loved the moon so much...
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