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I got you something for your birthday, nothing much or nothing fancy. Though I did not dare to give it, because mid- transporting something occurred that, despite my former motivation, formed some kind of hesitation which strangely, harshly stirred my view and vision on my goals. I never notice what actually controls a change of mind so out of the blue. What could be this recurring cue? It got through, I understand, I can not hand because you want a man.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
White-livered delivery
I got you something for your birthday, nothing much or nothing fancy. Though I did not dare to give it, because mid- transporting something occurred that, despite my former motivation, formed some kind of hesitation which strangely, harshly stirred my view and vision on my goals. I never notice what actually controls a change of mind so out of the blue. What could be this recurring cue? It got through, I understand, I can not hand because you want a man.
And somewhere deep down I know that I am not the way you wish to go.
Daan
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Belgian
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
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