Carry Me Home

Carry Me Home

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She was like something out of a movie. She could be light and dark. Showing all signs of life and wonderful emotion, then at the next moment it was as if she was stripped of feeling and built a wall around herself. Those walls could only be broken down with determination and the willingness to see past everything she had done and been through. I wouldn’t realise this till the end. Till the point where I had almost lost her. In the beginning, I thought she was perfect in almost every way possible because she was different and brought something out in me that I couldn’t explain. Everything about this girl in front of me was beautiful, even the shadows that followed her everywhere.
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