Treasure Island

Millicent Munyi

(12/7/1988 / Nyeri)

BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE


Forgive me, if i was not there when you needed me, forgive me if i did not tell you how much you mean too me, you spice up my life with your jokes and smile, i thank God that you are in my life, i love you and i really appreciate you.If i have to tell you this everyday, i will just for you too know how i feel before it is too late. I don't have to wait for that day i will say i wish i knew, because i have said all i have ever wanted to say, you will always be my friend.

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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