Wonderwall
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Last published срд, окт. 1, 2014
Her and I we're almost perfect
Personality
Humor
Taste
It was all there
The only thing that wasn't perfect was our timing.
What we loves about each other-was never enough to leave who we were with.
This is something we've actually had to face and accept.
And we what had to leave behind-what we had.
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