I miss
the things we used
to share. Time to ourselves
just the two of us. Now it's changed.
Gone are those things we used to do and take
for granted. Motorbike rides, free
to do what we chose and
could. This is what
I miss
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I miss the things we used to share. Time to ourselves just the two of us. Now it's changed. Gone are those things we used to do and take for granted. Motorbike rides, free to do what we chose and could. This is what I miss Author notesI've chosen the Rictameter form. In a listPlease tell me what you thinkComments
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