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The hurt of remembrance
Everything reminds me of you.
Something you bought me or a scent of perfume.
The reflection in the mirror.
A song that I sing to.
Words that I speak and phrases I use.
Everything just reminds me of you.
Places I go to that we adventured together.
Movies I watch that we enjoyed with each other.
I know that my brother and sisters hurt too,
Because everything and anyth...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 11:10 am
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