30| the girls - ( ivy ) - 2:00an

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now she, she was unlike all the others I've ever met.

a mixture of all of them  mariam's porcelain skin. lily's watermelon pink hair. daffodils soft nature and violets loud -outspokeness.

SHE ALWAYS TALKED FROM HER BELLY
SHE WAS ALWAYS SEEN BUT NEVER REALLY HEARD.

'call me the the girl you couldn't get something from. the girl that shouts alot. the girl that wants attention from boys. call me the one you can see a mile away. call me anything, as long as you call me, me.

her cousins chemotherapy had so many zeros, she couldn't help but get hypnotized by them. she was a storm. breathtaking. and bright. the type of girl that makes you come up from air.


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