(DISCONTINUED) blue boy. // Lauv x Reader

(DISCONTINUED) blue boy. // Lauv x Reader

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• "I spent my entire life getting hung up on a person when someone better was just waiting to be discovered." "Don't worry, I understand. It took me awhile before I realized I could have you instead." Damn. I love you. •
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