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Gone but for the warm kisses on my forehead.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
Dor
Gone but for the warm kisses on my forehead.
A few months ago, my Mother died. Some days are harder than others. When those hard days start to become unbearable, I think of this. All the times that she'd kiss my forehead and say it would be ok. "Dor" is a Romanian phrase that is used to describe the emotional pain of being separated from the person you Love.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
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