Lost
How can you face up to reality? When your memory is lost, the only thing left is an empty shell.
Life slowly erasing itself; when do we suddenly find the time to prepare ourselves for loss?
We don't; we find a way, and we pray.
Life slowly erasing itself; when do we suddenly find the time to prepare ourselves for loss?
We don't; we find a way, and we pray.
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