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Jun 2014
Her
It almost wasen't reality when it happened.
It was like those Hollywood movies when everything happens exactly how you want it.
When i met her i knew then that anything pure i had left in me she could take and keep.
Most of the world was a reflection of itself but she walked by those mirrors without a reflection.
She changed the way the world spin's and what it means to me and how things were.
A world where no song,art, or poem can describe truly who a person is.
The real truth is behind the little time you can spend with them and realize that a cruel world deserves such a beautiful kind spirit to make up for the all the lost and misunderstood people it contains.
Then your back to the beginning with a broken heart. Left behind by the spirit you once knew and loved, But don't worry they say "All good thingsΒ must come to an end".
So let your heartache for this brave new world until the time comes its your turn for your spirit to be free.
Dedicated to someone whom i may never have. I must not deserve.
Dean Chittenden
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Dean Chittenden  Michigan
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