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Oct 2014
Let's make a toast partake if you hear my voice beyond the coasts.

To our past the hurst, the Many learning curves buried in the sands of time.

To our here and now The good the bad and the ugly take a bow.

To our future I hope you never
come.
A toast
Thisis A Pseudonym
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Thisis A Pseudonym  26/M/Johannesburg
(26/M/Johannesburg)   
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