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Jan 2020
When the smile starts to fade.
Love may slowly go away.
But not slow enough to forget all the memories.
Even the laughs that made every second feel like a dream will leave.
All the photos that I delete myself from crying still pop up like a picture book.
All the stories are running through my mind waiting to be deleted with all the rest.
My mind is like a movie slowly turning into a horror movie.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
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