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I find myself roaming the Seven Dials with the shop staff filling in the greetings that I never received from the ones I thought I loved and those who loved me back. With those who I barely know those wishes albeit short were pure and genuine those who I held onto, depended on let me down, yet again Have I invested in the wrong people? I am 21 now and how did it take so long to realise that this life is filled with fake friends- no, acquaintances.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Turning 21
I find myself roaming the Seven Dials with the shop staff filling in the greetings that I never received from the ones I thought I loved and those who loved me back. With those who I barely know those wishes albeit short were pure and genuine those who I held onto, depended on let me down, yet again Have I invested in the wrong people? I am 21 now and how did it take so long to realise that this life is filled with fake friends- no, acquaintances.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
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