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I used to put my faith into these numbers. Wishing, hoping and dreaming that time could define A perfect life with you…. and still It doesn’t make sense to look back, and think that 11:11 was just that. “Make a wish” in text, sent every night, Not a superstition and more than a time. It was my way of saying that I truly love you, and our dreams and our hopes will grow to be true. I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to have faith
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May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
11:11
I used to put my faith into these numbers. Wishing, hoping and dreaming that time could define A perfect life with you…. and still It doesn’t make sense to look back, and think that 11:11 was just that. “Make a wish” in text, sent every night, Not a superstition and more than a time. It was my way of saying that I truly love you, and our dreams and our hopes will grow to be true. I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to have faith
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May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
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