But only true friends leave lingering harmonics. And at times, when my memory fails me, or I get lost in the major keys, they strum it back to me...
I remember who I am, and my dreams come alive for me again.
Memories are painted by one's sentiments of what is being remembered. Of events, happy or un-, that cast either rainbows (or long shadows) forward to the present. Predefined hues that tone and contrast, waking the heart at the slightest brush of anything familiar.
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You are a beautiful person, inside and out. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Keep u=your head held high and never stop smiling or believing in you.
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