Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower — Mya Robarts
Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower — Mya Robarts
Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower — Mya Robarts
Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower — Mya Robarts
Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower — Mya Robarts
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Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower

— Mya Robarts
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