Your eyes are always searching for something, but you can’t find it; lost in the midst of a desert. There is hope, but it’s broken and in shards of glass. Time does not wait for anyone and time heals every wound.
If you allow it, the past is a memory, a reminder that cannot be forgotten. Memories are cherished, but your eyes are filled with pain of the past. I hope you will laugh and smile and make new memories.
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