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Her


Her eyes blue and- crisp. Her smile so innocent and- pure. Her laugh- one of a kind. BANG! One moment she was just- standing there. Then- you close your eyes and- she's gone. Her body full of life- now gone cold. Her eyes so bright- now empty. She was so young- only sixteen. She had so much to live for- now you wish you would have told her everything. Now you wish- you could just- see her one last time- but you can't. Its all over- she's gone

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