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Friday, April 13, 2012 10:40 AM
Nostalgia

Managed to fly with my ptbf delvin, like a finally. To paris this time. Had a good time despite the wind, rain and walking.
This trip made me realized why hes my ptbf. Ever cool headed, ever high tolerant of everything. And most of all ever letting me depend on him.
We all changes, yet when we asked ourselves the reason why, no one has an exact idea how or why it changed. Its just like back in those days when we were in paris.


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


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