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Dear Raphael,

Everytime i go to SIM for my night classes, i will always pass by your house.... Looking at the direction you are in, closing my eyes and I can almost feel you near...with your face pressed against mine, trying to see what i was looking at... i can feel the tears welling up inside me....

OH Raphael... Mommy misses you lots....

LionHeart roars at Monday, August 21, 2006 0 comments

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