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Feb 2015
Once again
I am but stuck with burden memories
Promises, promises that we'd make it till forever
Now time has picked up its pace
The bus to forever has left just a second early
And once again,
I might be stuck with a forever of not believing in forever...
One day there'll be a time where there is no time, no estimations predicting how long forever is, because with time there is no forever.
koketso
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koketso  southern africa
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