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mysbehave
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The flow of two the fault of one when days become the endless nights
Obsessions of what if will never be as from today I shall move on. What if shall become, where is he now and what windows is he breaking, what hearts is he getting in. Has he decided to finally end it and be with the one who gives it all. For two adore him and maybe three, perhaps even way before me. So Long and don't hang on as for I must search on. Teresita (aka, mysbehave)
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