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A thousand promises of pain to come

Victim of love Torn between doubt and delight. Connected to everything, attached to nothing. People turned away, so far away. Happiness demands of you the highest virtues. If you wish to get it or to keep it. There's wrong and then there's this. To think you're the only one who suffers.
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Simba
28 / M / Zimbabwe
For You?
Written by
Simba
28 / M / Zimbabwe
Published
Mar 12
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