467. Make-up – I’d rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars, baby, can I trust this? Or do all things end? I need to hear that you’d die for me again and again and again. So tell me when you look in my eyes – can you share all the pain and happy times? ’Cause I will love you for the rest of my life..

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