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Jun 2014
Life is unfair, we know that. But time is a *****. She is the bombshell that stands at the bar seductively drinking martinis and cocktails with sugar rimmed glasses through her poison-coated lips. Time is the girl you should never take home to your mother. She is the one that will tease you, and string you along. Time will make you wait, then leave you with your heart in your throat and that dry lump where your manliness and pride and your Adam's apple used to lie, and you couldn't cry but it's over before you even realise.
Luce
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Luce  London
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