We tend to forget exactly where it was we came from.
Those people that died, those people that cried, they were real.
Move on, make more memories until you become one yourself, but never, ever, forget where you came from.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
We tend to forget exactly where it was we came from.
Those people that died, those people that cried, they were real.
Move on, make more memories until you become one yourself, but never, ever, forget where you came from.
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