Oh how quickly we forget the once familiar places
How they fade into insignificance.
How faces we loved become memory
And new ones become the reason we exist.
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Speculations Against the 40 year Old Female
I think one of the nastiest habits I find repulsive in people is speculation. I have recently learned the translation for the word, it...
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