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Sunday, October 23, 2016
When The Sun Rises
Every time I tell myself that this is a new day and the thought of you will fade as the sun rises. Every single time I learn that just like the sun, the thought of you returns. Every. Single. Day.
(Kebayoran, 4 years ago)
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