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To Those Who Are Here, Those Who Are Gone, And Those Who Are Lost.

In The Sea Of Grief, There Were Islands Of Grace, Moments In Time When One Could Remember What Was Left Rather Than All That Had Been Lost.

Memories Are Who We Are. In The End, That's All The Luggage You Take With You. Love And Memories Are What Last.

This Is The Problem With Forever Friends. They Know Too Much.

She Used To Tell Me That She Couldn't Feel The Sunlight Anymore, Not Even When She Was Standing In It, Not Even When It Was Hot On Her Cheeks