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There she sat, across me in this train compartment. She was a lot like I recalled, daunting, how she almost, besides changes in deportment, stayed the same. I forever keep on wanting to tell her the truth. All we do anymore is say hi, while we used to talk for hours, it has become easier to say bye. There are greater love stories than ours. It dazzles me to come across the facts, we care less and less about the acts so poorly put aside. I think I lost, my love, so I'll let it slide.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Robin
There she sat, across me in this train compartment. She was a lot like I recalled, daunting, how she almost, besides changes in deportment, stayed the same. I forever keep on wanting to tell her the truth. All we do anymore is say hi, while we used to talk for hours, it has become easier to say bye. There are greater love stories than ours. It dazzles me to come across the facts, we care less and less about the acts so poorly put aside. I think I lost, my love, so I'll let it slide.
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Daan
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Belgian
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
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