If I can see beauty in another should I say.., or would it waste time to bother I will wait for another day. As time goes on so do we, but for the both of us will ponder all shall be left is me. The wonderment of love fulfillment from that of joy, so much is missing and so is a hug partly so is a conversation a hold. There is something certian at a miss only if you could know, thus only I could share this with the bewilderment of her, it could be a show.Birth sign: Not entered
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