A Taste Of Normality
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Last published Tue, Jul 14, 2015
Sometimes we love to much and sometimes we love to little and sometimes we just don't love at all but the thing thats is worse is when you love each other with the perfect amount of love and it crashes and burns.
My names Sam and this is the story of loving to little, loving to much and not loving at all
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