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love was she, in its purest form but the mere vice of loving stirs a thousand storms for the love that he labors, the love that he tries cannot compare to the love in her eyes
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
love was she
love was she, in its purest form but the mere vice of loving stirs a thousand storms for the love that he labors, the love that he tries cannot compare to the love in her eyes
not sure if you noticed, but its about love
#love#feel#heart#life#she#her#eyes#pain#people#beautiful
moonymoony
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moonymoony
19/F/ph
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
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