She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. by piclry · Published September 19, 2022 · Updated September 19, 2022 She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her. – : Shakespeare Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]Share this:FacebookX Related
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