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» relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it didn’t was like reaching the top of the stairs and thinking there was one more step.” - Francesca Zappia, Made You Up (via the-book-diaries)

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relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

relatablepoetryandquotes: “Believing something existed and then finding out it

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