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Friday, May 27, 2011

Love

Only true love knows when to let someone go, when give them wings so they can fly, and watch them ride the wind until they find themselves. Only the deepest love loves a person how they need to be loved when it's not how they want to be loved.

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, USA
1998




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