October 18, 2012
She walks delicately, like a flower in the wind. I watch as she floats across the ground, slowly she makes her way to me, To comfort me in her warm embraces. She is beautiful and is specael to me. Recently she has wilted slightly with all of the pain she has experienced, but I don't want her to hurt anymore. I will take care of her always.

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