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Lost love is still love, it takes a diffrent form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food. But when these senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

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Hi guys an oyher chapter ♡ hope you liked it!!!
I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE WORDS they are written by Mitch Albom from the book "the five people you meet in Heaven.

XxxAngelBeatts.

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