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There are many kinds of love. Not all of them are Right. Many are Wrong. Ours might have been Wrong. I’m not sure.
It doesn’t stop me from knowing that I loved you more than I had air to breathe or stars to count.
There are many kinds of love. Not all of them are Right. Many are Wrong. Ours might have been Wrong. I’m not sure.
It doesn’t stop me from knowing that I loved you more than I had air to breathe or stars to count.
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