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she cleaned everything and made the place look nice. she even made a small tart to suprise and
bought stuff to have the best breakfast in the world. I soppose some things are not ment to be at some moments. Even if it makes you overthinking about many things and many times you look into yourself when its not where you should look, you become blown by nothing. So I sail away and before sleep, think on what I love. So I am at the seaside. Dreaming of seven days in sunny june with the people that are in my heart and sea cabbages at the side, singing with me and the sun some old songs of the strokes. smoking hookah and rubbing my burned nipples with hapukoor, biting true black bread at the same time and smiling to the camera while the boys are running over the sheashore trying to get helen into the water.
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i think you should just give it time. things don't always have to happen immediately like a bomb. if they take time, they last better and longer. maybe not exactly how we expected it, but maybe even more powerfully.
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