A LOVE NOT MINE
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Ongoing44m
Last published Wed, Oct 3, 2018
"I waited for so long for this day... a day like today..." 💝
"Things are so very different here in the States... do I place this flower on her dress... on the hand... do I greet with a kiss... or smile and wave....*sigh* I come from the land of love... yet... I'm feeling quite westernized... O Dios..."
"This has to be the worst day of my life... "
"If she thinks she will get away with this....😡😡😡 I will take revenge... I guarantee that 💯"
Just when you think you are standing... you fall....
A thought... that's a plan. Your plan... for love... your plan for life. You think about it.... you dream about it... Just when you grab hold of it... 🤲.....like sand rushing through your fingers⏳ .... to return from where it was taken .... it's gone.... was it... is it... real?... Can a thing be gone if you never had it in the first place?.... How will things turn out for Yoshi and Tavist....?
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