I watch over her. I remember our first kiss and the many that followed over the years. I didn't meant to leave her, it just kinda happened. We grew up together, and I loved her. She was funny, smart, cute, but that wasn't the best part. She was a friend, someone I could really talk to, or joke around with. I saw her come to my room, I saw her leave and come back and cry. I ran my fringers through her hair, but she didn't know it. Know I watch her stare at the ceciling doing nothing, maybe waiting for her end to come. i hope she can be happy soon, but I will always remeber our first kiss.
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