All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of m — Hubert Martin
All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of m — Hubert Martin
All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of m — Hubert Martin
All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of m — Hubert Martin
All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of m — Hubert Martin
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All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of me.

— Hubert Martin
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