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Somewhere I thought I would never come back to again, not after the day he left me. Not after I knew he was gone and never coming back.
As I get closer to him my feet become harder to move, like walking through water, each movement was a struggle.
I could not turn back now; I had already come this far. |
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There's only one story
He loved her
then stopped loving her
while she did not stop loving him |
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There's only one story
She loved him
then stopped loving him
while he didnt stop loving her |
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Well, you didnt die from love
You just wish you did |
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TESTING TESTING  |
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syaza_arif replied at 19-1-2005 09:13 PM
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Well, you didnt die from love
Die from something else. Is noble. Farewell. |
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FATE VIA WHATSAPP:
I am here. You are there. |
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Category: Belia & Informasi
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Post time 19-1-2005 01:09 PM
Post time 6-12-2016 04:54 PM
