∞ Degenerate young rebel and I'm proud of it.
Love is just a history that they may prove and when, you're gone, I'll tell them my religion's you. ♥ Andrea ♥
We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve, he can't, rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, and so live ever or else swoon to death.

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