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By Mary Magdalene

she looked up to me said this was my chance to be happy he is my hero will always be the one that i need she was covered in tears that day in the rain when she sat down and picked pedals off flowers wished he was there to love her for real cause he says what he means but i can't help but to speak back into the dark he is solid something she could reach out and touch not just a memory of something she once felt

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