Lovely Thoughts...
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Última publicación lun, ago 12, 2019
" How am I suppose to make a choice when I can barely talk?" June asked the deceased woman I front of her.
" That's the problem. You always have this...this hesitation at the back of your head. You always see the bad sides and never see the good out comes."
" It's not that easy Mom! It's not easy to see the bright side when there might not be one!" He shouted. His mother only smiled and chuckled, but June didn't see what was so funny.
" Of course there is. There's no such thing as 'no bright side'. You just need to have faith. That's all it takes." June's mother said before she vanished in thin air.
What the hell?
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