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Sunlight


She was full of it. She really was. She had so much in her I thought she’d burst and blind us.

But she didn’t blind me, she simply smiled and had me wanting more.

She became the reason I kept driving even in the blackest of backroads.

She became the reason I let my walls down again and again even when they came crumbling down.

She became it for me. And that was my first mistake.

 

 

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