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Jan 2020
And suddenly she realised she could be happy again. But she will always hold a sadness in her heart, a sadness that plays his voice over and over again. Every last touch, every last kiss, every last promise he gave to her, will haunt her mind.

And that is strength. To find happiness whilst your soul is weeping, that is beauty in it's purest form.
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Rachel
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   Carlo C Gomez
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