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Aug 2014
Then...they wont stop,
Slowly each of them drops.
They begin to flow.
Those types which rarely show.
Those that make you as cold as snow.
Sometimes the heart needs more time to accept what the mind already knows.
sweetsillybrat
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sweetsillybrat  cebu city
(cebu city)   
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