A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist. — Mika Yamamori
A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist. — Mika Yamamori
A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist. — Mika Yamamori
A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist. — Mika Yamamori
A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist. — Mika Yamamori
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A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist.

— Mika Yamamori
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