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Aug 2018
Life doesn't always make sense.
love doesn't always make sense.
Life is full of bridges.
Love is full of stitches.
Stitches you only find in life bridges you only cross in love.
Life is like riding a rollercoaster, full of ups and downs.
Love is that rollercoaster, there's always twist and turns.
Life needs money because living is an  expensive ring.
Money needs love, it's humble because its can't buy the incentive love brings
It brings happiness in life.
No love, life literally  loses its little luxuriance.
In life we make love.
In love we make life.
The piquancy of life is love.
The piquancy of love is love.
James Kingsley ubong
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