She's gone.
Today she was called home.
She's now roaming the lush streets of gold in pain, no more.
I miss her, but I know she is always with me.
I love you maw-maw.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
She's gone.
Today she was called home.
She's now roaming the lush streets of gold in pain, no more.
I miss her, but I know she is always with me.
I love you maw-maw.
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