her pill.

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he loved her

when the rest of the word

hated her.

because she would smile at the broken,

not to mock their saddness

with her wild locks of strawberry blond,

and smiles spilling over herself,

like an overflowing pot of boiling water.

but because her smile

was her own kind of medicine

to take the pain away.

the kind that will keep you on a high for days.

that's why he loved her,

because she would smile

and he would forget

every tear stained mess he ever was.

in this world full of false smiles

to cover up the sad,

their stood hers,

so real and pure,

to cure all the bad.

-k.a

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