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Almost loved, Always lost!

lifeisnotacakewalk

LECTURAS 61
Votos 16
Partes 8
Hora 48m

LECTURAS 61
Votos 16
Partes 8
Hora 48m

lifeisnotacakewalk

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"Some loves don't save you. But they stay with you -even in the end."
"She was never the girl who got to stay.
Not in homes. Not in hearts.
But then came Neil - steady, quiet, real.
This isn't a story about falling in love.
It's about what happens when you do...
and still lose everything."Todos los derechos reservados

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The Part of Us That Stayed

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