Her
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Her smiled was light that brighten my soul. Her laugh awoke me as her hair carelessly dropped past her shoulders as she tilted her head back and wouldn't care who would hear her. The way her eyes never judged anyone. It was her, how she pushed down my walls and placed herself in the midst of my darkness that she was the only thing that given a shit about me. I was fixed, fascinated by her beauty, her ability to be tough but gentle all at once. Her ability to understand me even if a few words were spoken. I loved her, I still do to this day. I wished I just said it to her more and showed her I only care about Her. An heartbreaking love story that shows anyone can be loved.
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