Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate? — Siobhan Curham, The Moonlight Dreamers
Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate? — Siobhan Curham, The Moonlight Dreamers
Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate? — Siobhan Curham, The Moonlight Dreamers
Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate? — Siobhan Curham, The Moonlight Dreamers
Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate? — Siobhan Curham, The Moonlight Dreamers
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Why, in a world where there is love, would you ever choose hate?

— Siobhan Curham, The Moonlight Dreamers
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