
Where is everyone? Even those who’re with me, aren’t with me. In the end, everything we are, owned or loved, turns to dirt, buried in the cold ground.

Where is everyone? Even those who’re with me, aren’t with me. In the end, everything we are, owned or loved, turns to dirt, buried in the cold ground.
I hope you’re okay.
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I’m really not. I miss you. ❤
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