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Nov 2015
That day, the last day I met her. She
told me something I Will always remember. She told me,
"We might Never meet again, never see each other,
But it'll be okay, time will allow us to Forget, we'll move on to live
beautiful lives, You and I. Full of newer memories, newer joys.
So, for the last time, My Love
- Adieu."
Removing the clutter,
The life of a hidden love.
The Tinkerer
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The Tinkerer  24/M/New Zealand
(24/M/New Zealand)   
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