Love is love = Bxb =
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(bxb wolf story)
Why is love labelled? Why are we labelled? No one knows, no one understands. So why is this love different? Why is it we are looked down upon by everyone? Why can't we love and live as we please?
Now I am making a stand, I no longer care what people say or think, I am me, and I will be me. I will love him as I know he loves me and vice versa. I will love his scars and his imperfections, I will love his other side and I will love his wolf as I know he does to me. We will be the greatest couple any wolf pack has seen, the greatest couple the world has seen. We will rule the world together, after all. Love is love, no matter how you label it.
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