While I grapple with the ebb and flow of my emotions, I'm constantly reminded of the voices silenced too soon. Their absence echoes louder than my own turmoil. It's a profound reflection, pushing me to cherish each fleeting moment, for some were denied even that.
How can I mourn my moments knowing they've lost all of theirs ??
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