A Quote by Lauren DeStefano
Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.
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And that's all that there is or could ever exist.
Maybe and maybe and maybe some more.
Maybe's the exit that I'm looking for.
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