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We have our whitewashed secrets of adventures and mishaps. As we peered at the sunset of people who seemed like summer, we were clueless about what is in the horizon. Could we now be living our lives as if everyday is a Monday, now that the weather has gotten gloomy? But dear, stick with me, be always your daydreaming self, I promise I will try to be your morning cup of coffee that would get you through each day.
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
From Her, From Me
We have our whitewashed secrets of adventures and mishaps. As we peered at the sunset of people who seemed like summer, we were clueless about what is in the horizon. Could we now be living our lives as if everyday is a Monday, now that the weather has gotten gloomy? But dear, stick with me, be always your daydreaming self, I promise I will try to be your morning cup of coffee that would get you through each day.
Om
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
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