Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
In loving memory of Chiphet’s mother passed away on sat 15 Oct 2011 18.40
The funny thing is, through all these years I’m hanging out in your place, I never know your mother’s name, for me she’s just a sweet and loving ‘tante’.
My deepest condolences :’(
A nomad between cultures, I can easily appear and disappear depending on my mood, a silent observer, have a soft spot for guys who use perfume, loves green, still believe in prince charming on a white horse, as cocky as it may sounds but im a gorgeous redefined, live to speak in the most brutal honest way, adore the joy of having a nice cup of tea, I am a dreamer especially when it rains. a sex addict who's afraid to have sex. and yes, I'm gay. the weirdest of my kind.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
My deepest condolences
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
In loving memory of Chiphet’s mother passed away on sat 15 Oct 2011 18.40
The funny thing is, through all these years I’m hanging out in your place, I never know your mother’s name, for me she’s just a sweet and loving ‘tante’.
My deepest condolences :’(
In loving memory of Chiphet’s mother passed away on sat 15 Oct 2011 18.40
The funny thing is, through all these years I’m hanging out in your place, I never know your mother’s name, for me she’s just a sweet and loving ‘tante’.
My deepest condolences :’(
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