"it's unforeseeable, really," she chuckled.
"what is?" he asked, confused.
"love is unforeseeable it can neither change or ruin who you are and look at us now."
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Poetrydo you ever feel like you're just living your life waiting for tragedy? -bridgett devoue ©2017 COSMOGREYS all rights reserved.
