I know them all.
Your love, your hate
I feel them more.
The days, the months
I spent with you,
No flowers nor gift
can ever replace. It's true
Now the time has come
For you to leave
In my heart
You are surely missed.
I pray you strength
I wish you luck
To serve as your guide
In your path
You will grow old
And will have fame
One thing I hope
Don't forget my name.
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| The photographer: Oni Lim |
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