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THE UNKNOWN
Never have I not ponder over you, but seeing you every day is like fresh air. Never have I seen the innermost part of that deep sea that you always carry but I have hope.
Never have I not wished for us but fate is like a game between two players seeking a goal. Every day I feel these monsters with me but my thoughts keeps searching for a new light.
Never have you wished for me, nor heard wh...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 4:01 pm
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