Her imperfections were numerous,
but the love in her heart was boundless.
She was my angel.
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Unspoken Goodbyes
RandomWhat is left unspoken haunts more than what is. Collection of thoughts relating to losing love ones either through death or breakups. And what's next.
I called her Nana
Her imperfections were numerous,
but the love in her heart was boundless.
She was my angel.
