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There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart.

Monday, April 18, 2011

I love you

so I'm fighting for you still.

Typed by Nur R. at 9:26 PM

2 comments:

The Solitary Writer said...: hehe so cute of you ::) :); April 19, 2011 1:39 AM
Anonymous said...: how sweet !; June 23, 2011 2:42 AM

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