With each passing day, memories may grow faint; but they'll never be erased.

If pieces or memories can be rearranged like peices of puzzles; perhaps life would be free from all these suffers.

I'm broken, somebody fix me. x.x

With each passing day, memories may grow faint; but they'll never be erased.

If pieces or memories can be rearranged like peices of puzzles; perhaps life would be free from all these suffers.

I'm broken, somebody fix me. x.x

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