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Afriad that one day we will end. Afraid that one day you would go. Afraid that one day we wouldn’t work out. Afraid that one day you’d stop loving me. Afraid that one day you’d get rid of me.
Am currently afraid
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When he fart, digs his nose, smells his armpit, suck his toes infront of you, and when you find it as a delight and a pleasure you know he’s ‘the one’.
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