Hereafter.

Hereafter.

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I won't be able to see everyone I love become happy nor watch them grow because people come and go, but what I can do is remember; things don't change in memory, some of our acquaintances may change but in our memories they don't, they are stored, kept and treasured. Once they're gone, we might never see them ever again, so in the name of art, and memory, you, my friends will be written.
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This is from a girl with far too many words to say, in the hope that it will cheer you up during those rainy days. 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓 - 'It's consuming me. I'm sorry. I'll miss all of you, and I'll miss the occasional happy peaceful mornings when I did not know Truth. I'll miss the solace of lonely nights and weekends spent adoring sunflowers and blooming petals. I'll miss all of that, but it's alright. You'd be happier, I reckon - and that's all that matters.'

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