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Nov 21
I only ever thought there were two types of love,
the kind you’d **** for (till blood coated your arms )
and the kind you’d die for ( gasping their name with your last breath)
but you my love
you were the kind of love
I would live for.
Written by
Taylor  16/F/New Zealand
(16/F/New Zealand)   
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