En Liten Dikt Jag Fann...
"Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
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Postat av: marika
svar: tack så jättemycket :)
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