I would die for you. But I won't live for you. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I would die for you. But I won't live for you. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I would die for you. But I won't live for you. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I would die for you. But I won't live for you. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I would die for you. But I won't live for you. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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