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Jan 2014
I know that I can't make it up to you.
Maybe it's true, we'll never talk again.

So if that's so I shall bid thee adieu.
On the top of the world we knew such bliss.
ruined because I killed it for a kiss.
Regrets always stream consistently through.
You were everything I did, and I do.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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