prologue

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It hurts.
It hurts when the people who gave you the best memories...become a memory themselves.

I used to think you would always be by my side,, That we would grow old together...now I realize that was nothing but my own delusions
You might not be here, next to me---
But I will never let your spirit actually vanish.

I will capture the last of you,, your remains.., everything there ever was of you, in my camera----

Fragments left of life . joseph . idvWhere stories live. Discover now