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Love for broken glasses, Though it bleed, Was her own choice. To live in the broken dreams, Was her choice? "Better a compulsion of love, To bleed and love."
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
As compulsion.
Love for broken glasses, Though it bleed, Was her own choice. To live in the broken dreams, Was her choice? "Better a compulsion of love, To bleed and love."
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18/M/Utopia
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
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