It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home. — Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home. — Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home. — Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home. — Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home. — Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
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It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home.

— Kiersten White, Illusions of Fate
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