Her

Her skin is pale, her teeth are white, our love for eachother, is like any might. Without her, I am completely alone, without her, I am sad, sad to the bone. There is no other girl, no girl like she, without her, I don't know what life would be. Dark, probably, and full of hate, but when I am with her, all that hate dissipates. There is no other girl, no girl like she, without her, I would no longer be me.

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