A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you. — Christina Strigas, Your Ink on My Soul
A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you. — Christina Strigas, Your Ink on My Soul
A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you. — Christina Strigas, Your Ink on My Soul
A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you. — Christina Strigas, Your Ink on My Soul
A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you. — Christina Strigas, Your Ink on My Soul
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A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you.

— Christina Strigas, Your Ink on My Soul
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