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Jan 2018
He was a simple stroke of serendipity with eyes that showed more colour than her emotions. Slowly he took down each of her walls, he looked past her insecurities. He reached for her heart before her hand and promised her a world full of hope. Something about his smile and the warmth of his arms told her, there was no need to hope. She already had it all.

Because I have you.
Rachelle
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Rachelle  18/F/London
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