Is Love Supposed To Hurt ?
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Last published Sat, Nov 18, 2023
It all started when we were twelve...... "I love you so much that I knew I had to let you go."
Is love supposed to hurt π, his love hurts. " you deserve this pain all you have to do is follow his rules.
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