Love is something grown, like a rose, it does not merely appear out of thin air. Love is not given nor received. Love is felt in the deepest, darkest depths of the heart, it is forged in the weakest part of the soul, and it is shown on the surface of even the roughest of skin.
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LittleDepressedGirl
Jul 28, 2013 06:40PM
okay so ik i have The Tree yet to finish but i had this idea for this book that is really personal to me. i'm going to have to put off finishing The Tree 'til i can finish this new book.View all Conversations
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