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Sometimes I close my eyes and dream of yesteryears but those memories soon fade away. I could imagine my life but everything in a different light.

If I could have loved someone so openly I would have loved him for the rest of my life

Strange how we remember those days differently. Each of us have our own stories that remain untold.

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