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17 is too young to be an angel.

by @haley-14

I actually never really talked to you but that didn't matter. In no time, I developed an enormous crush on you. And I think you knew, which made me embarrassed. But you never made fun of me which I appreciate. I really loved our stolen glances during band class. And your smirks when you caught me looking at your freckles... But you're gone now. and I wish more than anything that you were here. So I could tell you how much each little freckle meant to me. How much I loved it when you smiled, when you threw your head back to laugh. You were taken from everyone too early and now I never get to tell you how I felt - how I feel.
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