I wish I’d recorded your voice so I could listen to it over and over again but then I realized what’s the point when the sound of your voice is stuck in my brain.
Aw true. I recorded his voice.. His singing, his laughter.. and I listen to the audios everyday. One day it hit me and I was like, crap, he’s not mine anymore. But his voice was already stuck in my head. Even till today..
Gigantic Thought Bubble 
Aw true. I recorded his voice.. His singing, his laughter.. and I listen to the audios everyday. One day it hit me and I was like, crap, he’s not mine anymore. But his voice was already stuck in my head. Even till today..
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The imprints they leave are so hard to erase. 💔
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Very poetic.
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OUCH – right to the heart with this one today Joana!
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