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I pretend to love him. To love the game. To love the Fun. But I'd rather be with you. I'd rather find my way on the strings of that violin, than to try and keep up with the beat of the Drums. - August
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
Slow Dance
I pretend to love him. To love the game. To love the Fun. But I'd rather be with you. I'd rather find my way on the strings of that violin, than to try and keep up with the beat of the Drums. - August
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Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
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