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Eternal


(poems go here) They say good things never last, that they only exist in the, moment. I disagree They They say that once you squeeze the last bit of nectar out of the bag : : It’s gone. I don’t really accept that . . Live They say nothing is permanent. I believe the exact opposite In They say that when something is done, it’s done, that you can never go back. I say better late than never You And we can go on And on and on and on and on . . . And this debate will never end. Exactly. Just like life . . .
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nmdel
This is to remind people that even though a beloved family member is physically gone, they are not truly gone. They still exist. They are never truly gone

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