The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart. — Mya Waechtler
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart. — Mya Waechtler
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart. — Mya Waechtler
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart. — Mya Waechtler
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart. — Mya Waechtler
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The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.

— Mya Waechtler
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