₊˚ପ⊹ adaia 🪷 (taylor’s version) ✧ ˖ -͙˚

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But the traitorous tear that falls from my eye tells a different story as it lands on my lip. It brines my happiness and rinses the smile away, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)
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