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The word permeated comes to mind. Internal scars, saturated memory. This melancholy arrives and it envelopes our days and prickles our spines.
My friend, I've loved you all my life.
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The word permeated comes to mind. Internal scars, saturated memory. This melancholy arrives and it envelopes our days and prickles our spines. 
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