Pink isn't feminine

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We don't waste time for anything.

There's a certain urgency and sadness

in her eyes, even just strolling along on

the pavement caused her anxiety,

But my pink haired angel never gave an answer.

Maybe thats all this was, an angel briefly gracing 

my presence. We won the swim meets and we went on

more dates, but she was a candle wavering, she loved me

deeply, but she had to go, and I didn't know if i could take

that kind of pain, so I turned cruel to her, maybe she'd leave 

me, but she was too loyal, so I stopped the act, she deserved 

more then that.

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EVANGELINE POV

THE DAYS SLIPPED THROUGH MY HANDS

LIKE SAND IN AN HOURGLASS

LIKE A PLANE MEANT TO CRASH LAND

HOW COULD I LET TIME PASS