Strangers with memories! Werealljuststrangers
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- Kunst
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
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Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to―it's the first one who breaks it.
Healing is so weird one day I’m in love with who I’m becoming, the next day I’m crying for letting shit in my past slide.