𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬; 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐝

xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3

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falling in love is a disease that will leave this book unfinished until the day i die

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