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Dec 2019
It's all water under the bridge in which we walk on, we talk on where to go next, holding hands symbolize the mutual respect we have, the do's and dont's that come from I do's, I got you, you got me, it's you and me, happily ever after with laughter that captures memories we'll never truly live once again, oh no!, oh yes!, oh no!, oohhh yes!..in the end it's all smiles and childish games, where all are friends and wild, this is- how we came...never in shame, but learning to walk, we fall many, many times, but we still talk and live on.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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