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How can even the smallest death bring tears to my eyes when I fell nothing at all over time, how can life in it's hurtful state of mind be something we all value knowingly or not, how can death, the only surten way of our existence still make me cry?
... because, small as it was it was still loved for life by me...
... because, small as it was it was still loved for life by me...
Annons