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Apr 19
She asked me,
if I was happy when I was with her.

I said no, I didn't know what happiness was.

You weren't the problem,
the problem was me.

Even if I had had a thousand women,
none of them would have made me happy.

Now I'm happy.
AndresAlejandro
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AndresAlejandro  34/Other/Submerged in the System
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