Kiss her wounds and watch her bloom. Take her hand and hold her tight make her feel that she fits just right. All she needs is to be held and protected to be kissed and touch in the right places. She isn't perfect but she is definitely worth it. Her heart so pure her soul is beautiful. If you look into her eyes you will see the pain she carries in her heart but also the urge to live a life where she no longer sheds a tear and her heart is no longer broken. In her eyes, you see pain yet so much strength. If you kiss her tears you will taste her fear. Just hold her tight and don't let her love disappear.
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