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#51 Through the fog

The reflection in the mirror was an illusion, yet in my confusion I fell in love with the stranger.

#50 My son

I was four years old the last time I heard my dad's voice.

#49 You are

You've changed my life for the better

#48 Inside of outside

Mourning the loss of so much / Ravaged by the sweetness of memories

#47 The tombs

A graveyard is still a graveyard, I don't care how you try to pretty it up.

#46 This is us

So we endure. As the days turn to weeks, the weeks to months, the months to years, we endure.

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