"US"
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Ongoing12m
Last published Thu, Jul 14, 2016
In the cruel world of love you'll learn that..
Promises aren't contracts,
Kisses aren't guarantees,
Sweet words aren't assurance,
Big hugs aren't bonds and nothing's permanent in our lives.
One day he's mine the next day he's gone, last night he's sweet the next morning he's insensitive. Because loving someone is not about fairy tales and fantacies, it is all about TRUTH AND REALITIES.
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