Blended together like fine powder.
Nothing can be louder than the sound of our laughter.
I miss you on most days.
I think of you often.
Holding you near, until I rest in my coffin.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
Blended together like fine powder.
Nothing can be louder than the sound of our laughter.
I miss you on most days.
I think of you often.
Holding you near, until I rest in my coffin.
Not sure if I will keep this one.
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