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May 2016
I don't want to be 40 someday and think of everything we did and all the things we yet had to do...
No matter how Sunday turns into Monday mist or how every month is something else because my heart will always linger your presence.
It's funny how time flies because only yesterday you said you would stay with me but I hope someday you will see me again and realize that it's not too late to bring the flame back into my heart.
Alejandra Cruz
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Alejandra Cruz
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