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love has become a national sport but what about the rest the rest who believes in love with all there heart and soul that believes in the pureness and sacredness of it they who cherish the innocence of it people like me people justify a lot with motivational speaking in the end the picket fence is littered with nail wholes each whole resembling a day someone trampled my dreams , unprovoked in the name of the game
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
love, a game
love has become a national sport but what about the rest the rest who believes in love with all there heart and soul that believes in the pureness and sacredness of it they who cherish the innocence of it people like me people justify a lot with motivational speaking in the end the picket fence is littered with nail wholes each whole resembling a day someone trampled my dreams , unprovoked in the name of the game
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South African
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
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