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Apr 1
Mom, what is my purpose?
"That, my love, is yours to decide."
And so he lived—until he died.

Now his son reads through those pages,
Tracing thoughts from distant ages.
One day, he'll be gone too—
And, in time, so will you.
are words your reason as well?
spilled tears
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spilled tears  17/M/lost in thought
(17/M/lost in thought)   
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   Renee C
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