Love Wins (Lesbian stories //studxstud)
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There is no such thing as true love. No such thing as a soul mate. There is no way one person could change when they meet the right person. It's all bullshit fed to us by the world so we keep searching for it. But not me, I know that shit is fake.
P. S: Pictures used have nothing to do with the actual person in the picture, if you want to get to know them check instagram. I will leave the handles in the A/N : )
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