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I love the ones with nicotine laced on their fingers. I love the ones that can't take anything seriously, even a car crash. I love the ones that stand by my side no matter what happens. But, most of all, I love myself. The one who stayed alive.

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February 7, 2019

PROMPT: Tiny Love Story

She sat there waiting to see his face again. There was no guarantee that he would love her back, but she was willing to make that risk. She was willing to get hurt, because that meant that she tried. She was willing to wait for months. She was willing to be alone because he was where he needed to be. And when he got back, she would be there with open arms. 


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