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When I first saw you, I thought to myself: "I really like her septum piercing." And I told you. You showed me how you could move it without touching it, and I thought that was pretty cool. Then I noticed your face. Your beautiful, breath taking brown eyes that had the slightest hint of green. Then I noticed your clothes, and how you carried yourself. You always looked like you could punch someone if you needed to, but still elegant. Then I noticed your sense of humor, and your love for drugs. Then I noticed the scars on your arm. and I understood. You were my friend. You told me you were a model once, and honey, it was obvious. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. But you never believed me when I told you that. You never believed anyone. And maybe if you did, you'd still be here. If we ever met again, I would make sure you knew. I would make sure you knew how loved you were, and how amazing you are. Because maybe if I told you more often, maybe if you knew, or if we got you help, just maybe.., you wouldn't have left. And just maybe, I wouldn't cry when a train passed my house.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
If we ever met again.
When I first saw you, I thought to myself: "I really like her septum piercing." And I told you. You showed me how you could move it without touching it, and I thought that was pretty cool. Then I noticed your face. Your beautiful, breath taking brown eyes that had the slightest hint of green. Then I noticed your clothes, and how you carried yourself. You always looked like you could punch someone if you needed to, but still elegant. Then I noticed your sense of humor, and your love for drugs. Then I noticed the scars on your arm. and I understood. You were my friend. You told me you were a model once, and honey, it was obvious. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. But you never believed me when I told you that. You never believed anyone. And maybe if you did, you'd still be here. If we ever met again, I would make sure you knew. I would make sure you knew how loved you were, and how amazing you are. Because maybe if I told you more often, maybe if you knew, or if we got you help, just maybe.., you wouldn't have left. And just maybe, I wouldn't cry when a train passed my house.
brittani-cramer
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
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