29.12.2015

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Every 3 seconds my hand stops from writting and raises up to my face and wipes away my tears. How sad is this present when thinking about the past...So many things that have gone and so many people that we've lost. I'm so sorry that I couldn't keep you close longer. I am so sorry. 


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