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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
There's this boy in New York city and I love him... and I guess nothing else matters that much. Because regardless of how cynical any one of us really is, love obliterates that. It creates a romantic out of every cynic.
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Fight for them. Continue to love them until you physically can’t anymore. And then, if they still don’t love you back, let them go.
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