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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. -Anais Nin
Somebody somewhere knows something. Say? Tell. Be the voice for the one that has none.
When someone is missing it is everyones business.
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