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Part three. It is sad memories can become dirty with time, than become sweet with time apart and distance.

War, my friend is man's greatest sin.

Just words.

Dance, sing and laugh. But remember. Treat love like the rice paper of life. Can be easily damaged and cannot be repaired.

Write, write and write some more. Our words outlast our memory.

A sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness.

Just words. For Amy.

Just words.

Just words.

You can't come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused.