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The girl that once walked using tables is able to stand tall

The girl you once could carry on your bicep is now flourescent, she can have shadows cast upon her and still have that glow. She once had her whole hand wrapped around your finger, now she has the world rapped around hers. You raised a girl from your broken glass. She picked up the pieces and is now the beautiful stained glass in an ancient museum. You have missed out on the beautiful book of life. The pages are ending in the first chapter. You’ve only stuck around for the preface.

 

-you closed the book at chapter fourteen

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