Think back to the souls I have known
Some for awhile
Others for a fleeting moment
To every soul, a bit of my own soul attaches
Sometimes it is a big chunk
Others small
But every soul has a bit of my own
Some notice, others don’t
But it doesn’t matter
They all have something
Every person is remembered
Even if it is just a vague impression of a memory
Each soul is still known by mine
I still love them
Always
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