Fan. h.s.
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Last published Thu, Jun 18, 2015
the piercing green eyes
the brown curly hair
the dimpled smile
lit up her world
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Just a collection of poems that i wrote about a boy named harry edward styles.
-Katelyn
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She's All I Think About
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Dumb & Poetic - hs
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When a girl who falls in love with the sky meets a charming boy, their worlds collide in what could only be described as fate. Two people who needed each other at just the right time. _____________________________________________________ "You fall in love with the person who makes you love the person you are when you're around them" - Unknown ***Harry is famous in this fanfiction*** *Mentions Self-Harm, Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, and Depression* *TRIGGER WARNING* Ranked #9 in hs 4/21/22 (First few chapters are trash because this is the first fanfic I've written) ***Explicit Content without warning***Complete
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