Fix You
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Last published Wed, Dec 4, 2013
Maybe all the tears that stained my pillows, and the scars I was left with were just proof of what I had to go through to be with him. Harry saw the pain everyone would hide. He saw the sadness in my eyes and wanted to make it go away. He made me live. He made me love. He made see things differently. Harry was my angel.
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