I can't remember how to cry.

It made me cry for myself.

Because I want to be remembered.

In a real-world way, my gifts are very limited in terms of what I can do.

Why do we cry when somebody die, we can't bring him, back we just lose time crying and feeling miserable and after few days we just find that we can't bring him!

(Note: I have Written a story about my dog which died, in the series of The Life Of One KId)

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