When We Start Chatting Each Other
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Concluida vie, jul 17, 2020
When we start chatting each other I realized that you are the one that I've been waiting for so long..
.. I realized that I found my missing piece.
And I learn how to be contented.
Its me who started this and its you who ended this meaningfully.
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