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...as time passed by her character overshadowed her looks
He neither cared about the way she dressed or the manner she switched to with others
He only saw how she was so wild and free while they were together
How she'd be cold for the people she didn't care about but with him her smile never faltered
He noticed how she felt secure about every inch of her body with him
They spent years so close, people came and went, yet she was always the same
She'd know when he wanted to talk or when he wanted a hug
She'd be in a hell of a mess but would never turn her back
How come was he feeling like this now ?



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