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I do what the teacher says: make people that I know or once knew into these groups and describe them. So I sort them into said groups: broken, struggling, abusers... and I stumble onto one person. The one person could fit into one group or another, but they seem too good for that, too pure for struggling, too beautiful for family... So I do the unthinkable: her. I write it on the paper in a different color than the others. I find myself sighing at the thought and a smile grows upon my lips as her brown eyes pop into my head I can see her clearly, with her pale skin and her head tilting in wonder; how I wish I could see her once more... She is too good for any other category, and for one moment, I seem to get caught Off guard with the emotions. Her. I love... Her.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Her
I do what the teacher says: make people that I know or once knew into these groups and describe them. So I sort them into said groups: broken, struggling, abusers... and I stumble onto one person. The one person could fit into one group or another, but they seem too good for that, too pure for struggling, too beautiful for family... So I do the unthinkable: her. I write it on the paper in a different color than the others. I find myself sighing at the thought and a smile grows upon my lips as her brown eyes pop into my head I can see her clearly, with her pale skin and her head tilting in wonder; how I wish I could see her once more... She is too good for any other category, and for one moment, I seem to get caught Off guard with the emotions. Her. I love... Her.
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
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