It is so hard to letting go your life supports.
But I have to learn to breathe with my own lung.
I'll crawled and wounded. But, I know you'd want to see me alive.
Maybe I'd never be healed but I hope that we'll get through it somehow.
A love is you.
And I thank God, that it is you.
Thanks B.
Thanks for every single little things.
4.7 is 15% of my life. =)
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