We all go through sadness and happiness. When we remember
moments where we cried, we laugh; in moments we laughed, we cry.
Our life is made of memories, be them sad or not. Most of
them comeback to haunt us, make us think and/or cry.
We miss our friends, some that died, some that simply
stopped talking with us. We miss even our friends that are present.
This is not Paradise, this is who we are, this is what we
have, but this is no tjer end. We build our own Paradise, but sometimes we get
lost in them.
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