Thoughts from a broken heart

Thoughts from a broken heart

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This amazing girl I love gets a whole story dedicated to her. That's how much she means to me. I just wish she understood that. Everything here is not great; my punctuation, grammar. But I put my heart into it.. I was supposed to give this to you on Valentine's Day but oh well so the first paragraph isn't completely true bc that was the goals I had set for myself by then. But I promise the rest is nothing but the truth. P.s. I wrote the last part to this is gospel on repeat lol I'm wild
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Phoenix LeFlore: She is alive. Her brother is dead. People are moving forward. She is standing still. He was everything. Now she has nothing. Aza Ainsworth: She is a soft girl who acts tough. She is a warm girl who was treated coldly. Someone made her heart beat faster, then broke it. Can a broken heart help a broken soul? _____ Girl meets girl. Girl doesn't like girl. Then girl likes girl. Could she like her back? Two girls. One story. _____ "I like: The soft side underneath her tough side. Her mind. Her wit. Her cute awkwardness. The way she bites her nails. The way she dresses, like a 90s character, like someone in a movie. The way she smells, like mint, spicy but sweet, like her personality. Her green, serious, sexy eyes. Her laugh. Her name. Her hand in my hand. The stars on her face. The X on the back of her neck. I want to make her laugh all day, want to say her name, whisper it, scream it. Phoenix. I want to hold her hand, want to kiss all the stars on her face, and want to cherish the X on the back of her neck. I want to cherish her. I don't like: Phoenix."

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