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Her
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Ongoing, First published Aug 28, 2016
Mature
She's broken but no one will ever notice because she hides it so well. She has lost a lot in her life practically everything. I saw her at her worst and at her best, I know now that people are wrong to think of her the way they did. They said she was suicidal and mentally ill but I didn't believe it, I listened but chose not to believe. I like her, I like her a lot, she has become my everything: my center of gravity, the air I breath, the water I drink, the ground I walk on and everything I believe in. I knew I would like her since the moment she walked into class in freshman year. The way she smiles, laughs, blushes, hides behind her purple hair and everything she does drives me insane. She. Will. Be. The. Death. Of. Me.
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