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I cant remember he's face, nor his voice, but somehow I do remember the feeling he gave me.
The day my grandma died, the only one that ever cared for me, I were crying.
All on my own, everyone yelled at me, I was 8years old, I still remember that day clearly.
I'd visited her earlier, I didn't get 2 hug her a last time.
Because when I arrived at my house, we got a call.
She was dead, I felt so lonely.
crying all on my own, but I felt a presence.
A presence I've never felt before, exept from those dreams...
Could he be real after all.....?
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