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Im sitting here looking through memories that are now just old pictures in a box. Faces of people that have ment so much just tossed in here like a old tattered sock. Is this what we are or what we will become!?! No story behind it, not who they were or where they were from. Not if the person was a great mother, great brother, great husband or wife, No mention of how they kept smiling through this thing called life. These people made my life great and I loved them with all my heart, and once the thought of loosing them made me want to fall apart. But now with memories fading year by year by year Loosing people isnt my only biggest fear! Its being a old fragile image shoved in this box Just tossed and forgotten like that one lonley tattered sock. POINT OF THE STORY >>> be memorable be great
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Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
just pictures in a box
Im sitting here looking through memories that are now just old pictures in a box. Faces of people that have ment so much just tossed in here like a old tattered sock. Is this what we are or what we will become!?! No story behind it, not who they were or where they were from. Not if the person was a great mother, great brother, great husband or wife, No mention of how they kept smiling through this thing called life. These people made my life great and I loved them with all my heart, and once the thought of loosing them made me want to fall apart. But now with memories fading year by year by year Loosing people isnt my only biggest fear! Its being a old fragile image shoved in this box Just tossed and forgotten like that one lonley tattered sock. POINT OF THE STORY >>> be memorable be great
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Los Angeles
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
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