and after nothing was ever the same
"our love was made up of beautiful mirages that rippled around us as if we were the waves and our love a tsunami."

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- her (editing)
Historia Cortashe loved you, the way the stars miss the sun in the twilight. endlessly. - her
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and after nothing was ever the same
"our love was made up of beautiful mirages that rippled around us as if we were the waves and our love a tsunami."