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Aug 2014
After each day,
Each hour spent,
Every minute wasted with you....

All I can seem to think is:
There just aren't enough hours in a day.
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Schanzé
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Schanzé  Cisgender Female/South Africa
(Cisgender Female/South Africa)   
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