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Apr 2016
I did.
Fall where i swore "Not too".
So what? In the end, i got You.

For a split-second- or at least,
what I felt. In the end
I had You. Right?
Memories don't die, they're like wine- they only get bitter if left opened.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
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