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Jun 2014
suddenly you didn't matter anymore. Suddenly hellos and goodbyes were just routine. suddenly seeing you was just a way to pass time. A reminder of another different time. where you were all mine and everything was fine But now this is a different time. Loving you is my job and I'm never on time my love is part time and your woking over time and kissing someone else is suddenly not a crime. Remember when we use to call time together clock time? Because with you a second was a minute and minute was an hour I could never get enough of you. With you I spent all of my free time and my spare time. if I couldn't find time I would seek time. remember that time? It was prime time. we would be together all time and whenever I needed you babe you would be here quick time, we loved each other big time but now whenever we text I look at your response time .it went from no time to extra time until I realised texting you was a waste of time and I decided it was checkout time don't get me wrong I got nothing against time but I feel like time was against us all the time.
AYA 187
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AYA 187  Cape town
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