A pail of tears, now.
I remember you, thirty thousand fishes, drifting in a pond like fallen silver leaves catching the last rays of light in that morose afternoon.
Would there be bliss when September ends?
Thank you, Mom. My confidant, my comrade in battle.
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you will wake up to new and better days ahead...goodluck
My love is with you, Dex.
This is a beautiful post in memory of the fishes...
Mom
You will win your battle for September. Goodluck.
Hello Dex. It's been over a month. I just hope you're okay.
You've been missed.
meow wake up :D
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