Love Quote #7056063
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i won't care about anything else, until i know you're

i won't care about anything else,
until i know you're okay.

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lauren☮*

posted October 6, 2015 at 1:59pm UTC tagged with love, friendship, cute, advice, quote

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faded smiles, bruised hearts, bloody fists.
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