The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broke — Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broke — Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broke — Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broke — Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx
The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broke — Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx
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The most beautiful heart of all is the one that can still love even while it bleeds, and especially after its been broken into thousands of pieces

— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Styxx
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