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There is this gal I have been running after. Every time after the other. Telling her very sweet words. How much I love her among the swod. I feel wasted. I look eastward as she is wested. Every time I try giving her a word. But she doesn't seem to accord. Am I the problem? Or she needs an emblem? Perhaps my words are plain. Maybe they do not align. Is she tasting my patience? But I have a lot of impatience. For how long will I hit this rock. No much time in my clock. Every time I propose for an adventure. She says she doesn't want to venture. Whenever I hear her click. I opt to join my clique. I need your help guys. Before I join the gays. Should I give in. Because she can't let me in @Tha Formidable Cheru. #themonk

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