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Eventhough,  I'm selfish, impatient. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. I just need,  
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Sunday, July 26, 2020 | 11:08 PM | 0 Comment(s)
Thousand of eyes met, the blue green and hazel. Still, yours are exquisite. Thousand of faces passing, in the heaving train. Still, yours are ravishing. Thousand of smiles on the lips, laugh and grin. Still, yours are stunning. I don't know it'll be this hard when all my better days, are the ones spent with you. When one become two. I wish you good luck, in this sojourn world. Labels: memory |
