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why did i really?

Why do I feel excited about funeral messages? Like everyone would claim I'm the best of friend. Where everything about me becomes so beautiful that they regret taking me for granted. Remembering me as the sweetest person they could ever think of. The thing about those messages is that they forget all the flaws of a person and everything said were words of appreciation. Imagine if we give beautiful words to people. They may the worst situations but that can give ease and a little lift. A person who tries to get things figured out feeling alone. Someone that is so like me. AppreciateWhilstOkay 81520160024
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jubelle-elisan
20 / F
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jubelle-elisan
20 / F
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Aug 15, 2016
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