Her

She tasted like a sweet cigarettes that makes me want to have her more…

She wasn’t perfect.

Yes, she will never be but I love her for who she is.

Her flaws,

Her stubbornness,

Her smile,

Her sadness,

Her eyes,

Her emptiness,

Her pain,

Her happiness,

And everything that makes her who she is. I love it.

-A.G.M

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