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He dragged me through hell, but as long as he was holding my hand I called it love. Hoping and dreaming for realities sent from above.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
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He dragged me through hell, but as long as he was holding my hand I called it love. Hoping and dreaming for realities sent from above.
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sarah-savannah
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
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