Redamancy {h.s}
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"I want to lie in this bed with you until we both rot and become oak trees and our trunks grow together and we spread roots all over the floor and our palms become leaves and we don't have to worry about our future or what our parents will think or all the ugly things waiting outside the door for us and all we have to do is listen to the music of the breeze and just sway together gently and instead of hurting, we'll grow together you & me only. I swear to god it's people like us that gave autumn its name; we are falling in such a way that the beauty of the leaves is lost in comparison."
harry said with passion in his green clear beautiful eyes
this moment i knew I choose the right person to fall in love with
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