reborn.
Time makes us create routines, makes us understand the days and memorize gestures. Time gives us the pleasure of appreciating what is already known and discovering new details. Time can change a lot of things, but it can't end a love. Perhaps, not even a supposed end can really put an end to such a feeling. The end is just the beginning.
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“Wow, I completely got into this fanfiction, it's wonderful, I cried too, I confess, I cried only because it moved me, almost 4 years ago I lost my second mother and wow, I still cry a lot to this day because I was very attached to her, when she left I didn't believe it before When she got sick, I asked God to take me in her place because I already knew she was going to leave today. When I read the fanfiction I saw a lot of myself in this story and I cried a lot when reading it and remembering my other mother. If I could give more than 1 recommendation because you deserve many, this one goes with all the love.”
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