He's The Only Memory I'll Ever Need
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Last published Mon, Sep 19, 2016
This is just me rambling about the love of my life, and yes there's a point to this story, quite the life lesson. Keep who you love close. You'll never know when they have to leave. Trust me, it's all worth the pain of tomorrow when you had the pleasure yesterday.
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