It's a love story.
It’s a love story— roses first, then rings, then the quiet ruin no one sees coming. It’s a love story— that burns to ash inside its own coffin.
It’s a love story— roses first, then rings, then the quiet ruin no one sees coming. It’s a love story— that burns to ash inside its own coffin.
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