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Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Today would've been your 39th birthday. Instead you've been dead for nearly 14 years. Somehow it still seems like yesterday.
For the first time I can't say I'd give it all up. That bothers me.
And yet, still, not a moment has passed that I haven't thought of you and loved you still.
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