Stacy Bea (14-10-91)
No matter what you do you have family, even if they are dead they are still watching over you. Your family can annoy you, but no matter what you still love them. You can be so mad but you do not wish to harm them. They care for you and the same in return, but it seems that it doesn’t matter any more hopes lost and soon the good memories will go and you won’t be able to hold back, you will stop caring as many have.
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