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she was a dandelion in a world full of roses. love of expectation. she was born a golden angel, blossoming into every wish i had ever made as she blew into the wind. shattering that expectation. carving through the sky with her distilled imagination, my destructed mind sewn in the strands. just like that, we were indestructable. 


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