REMEMBER ME
When we live for others image of who they think we are, we die inside from fake perfection. Some people we meet will ride to the end, and others will come and go. When we buy loyalty, it's great, unless we run out of money. Then, there's only the memories of those who truly loved us once, and would have been there through it all if not crowded out by those with an exclusive possession or control over our actions. The good people are now gone, we only hope they never forget us.
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