She was a rose, she's bloom and you couldn't help but notice, although she had this rough exterior ,jabbing those who'd come close ,she wasn't social, yet her opinion still mattered,and she carried it around as if a weight on her shoulders,but to me ,she'll always be the girl who taught me how to climb, and helped me with my math homework, but most of all , my big sister.
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РазноеThis is a collection of stories I've written about people who've affected my life please enjoy c:
