To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed — Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed — Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed — Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed — Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed — Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
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To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
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