A million different ways to tell you that you're beautiful. So let the gods hear me speak of you in a different light. I find you repulsive, yet I'm still here. Let the gods know that I find a million faults in your stars, yet I still love you.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
A million different ways to tell you that you're beautiful. So let the gods hear me speak of you in a different light. I find you repulsive, yet I'm still here. Let the gods know that I find a million faults in your stars, yet I still love you.
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