❝ grief is like the ocean, it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is to learn to swim. ❞
❝ she wished she could hurt him the way he'd hurt her, but knew if she had the chance, she wouldn't do it. ❞
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1820, new orleans
1821, new orleans
1914, new orleans
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𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, klaus mikaelson
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