A Quote by Kami Garcia
What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.
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The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
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She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.
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