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To the " LOVE ", I left my conscience pressed between

To the " LOVE ",
I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the drawer. “What did it ever do for me?” I say.

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PrimarilyParamore*

posted August 18, 2017 at 11:16pm UTC tagged with love, poem, lyrics, advice, story, quote

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THROUGH THE KEYHOLE I WATCHED YOU DRESS, KISS, AND TELL LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS.
Format by destabilise. It is quite unbelievable that there will be people I will love unconditionally that I have not met yet. Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually. — // THE SKIES WE'RE UNDER (j.d.m.)

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