Every time he left, I shattered apart. — Rachel Higginson, Every Wrong Reason
Every time he left, I shattered apart. — Rachel Higginson, Every Wrong Reason
Every time he left, I shattered apart. — Rachel Higginson, Every Wrong Reason
Every time he left, I shattered apart. — Rachel Higginson, Every Wrong Reason
Every time he left, I shattered apart. — Rachel Higginson, Every Wrong Reason
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Every time he left, I shattered apart.

— Rachel Higginson, Every Wrong Reason
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