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Sep 2015
I'm sorry baby but I won't be your maybe anymore.
Its too late to change the damage that has been done. When every piece of the jigsaw puzzle falls apart and a small part of its part. It will all fall apart and will be complicated. It will all be too late to balance the weight and return how it used to be. Coz living in doubt and not knowing is like walking in a park with no trees but only the dark.
Slam
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