..it was the summer of 2008. A solid, genuine.. real, love. We were kids in
 the same neighborhood, leaning on eachother for the warmth that our 
reality lacked. On this day, that day.. he found out his cancer would be
 the end of our story. His sweet and bitter goodbye was something my 
child self wouldn’t have understood.. until now. This song will always 
make me remember the days we spent on the hot grain every other day, 
laughing.. and loving eachother. The real love that awakened every gale.
 Every insignificant argument. and every ignition of spark in our souls.
 The love we will meet again in every realm.. every life after this. 
Heaven is a lucky one, thank you for the offer but i'm really not feeling  like talking at all today.. I miss you so.
UNDICIVENTIDUE 
Cartata di resche - UIFPW08
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