She is gone.
And she is gone.
And there is an emptyness inside of me.
And there is her smell around the house.
And her soul is in the other side, waiting for me.
One thing lasts forever:
I will always love her.
Travels of my mind through everything and everyone I transcribe in times of need. My heart, my inner self, my fingers speaks for myself in here. It feels like a kind of liberty.
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