broken hearted girl

broken hearted girl

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winter was new to the city of new york because she had just moved with her mom because her mom had better job opportunity, so poor winter had to start over which means she had to make new friends and everything, winter was very pretty she had light brown eyes, pink lips , long mixed hair , she had mad curves and a medium size butt, face it she was the package, it was also there first week there , but school was out for the summer so she had time.to make friends
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Hello dear people, here I am again. This is a new attempt to bring the chaos and ideas in my head to (digital) paper in a story about friendship, courage, and hope for true love. Trigger Warning: May contain traces of smut, coarse language, mentions of homophobia, illness, and death. --- **The Changing Seasons** Meeting you was like spring. Sun rays, the first green, and delicate blooms of a feeling I thought the snow and cold had buried. Getting to know you was like summer. I began to burn for you, more and more each day, each meeting like a mild evening by the lake that never wanted to end. Seeing you with her was like autumn. The strength that slowly but steadily leaves the leaves. The hope that crumbles and lies on the rain-wet ground. Losing you was like winter. Cold and icy, seemingly never-ending, swallowing every light. And when I thought I'd find joy in the snow masses, they turned into gray, slippery mud. Here comes spring again, hope blossoms anew, only to be torn apart once more.

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