a story in which two troubled teenagers fall in love he was like a storm one of the ones you don't see coming he smelt like cigarettes and I was already addicted to those he had bruises on his face and scars on his heart but they weren't from cutting they were from loving she was like the wind you couldn't see her but you could always feel her she was addicted to cigarettes the kind you actually smoke and she was slowly dying not from smoking but from loving
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