Her
Im a little nymph controlled by her desires, slave to her I am. She is the reason I love you. She is the reason I think about you. She is the reason I spend time with you, have fun with you, hurt you, laugh at and with you, she is the reason I wont leave you. You dont know who she is. I dont know if you know she exists. But god she is beautiful. When you see her you will never forget that moment.
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