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Who will remember me when I’m gone. When I’m laying there lifeless and can no longer hear you. Who shall wipe away all of your tears when you cry and I’m not there to comfort you. Who will remember me
I could sit for hours and stare. And do absolutely nothing. While time ticks away and life continues to fade in the distance. Yet I choose to feel the pain, the heavy heart, the grief of knowing that
At times you have to be vulnerable. I know that as women we think that shows a weakness. Vulnerability doesn't always have to be negative. It can lead to freedom if you release it in the right place.
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