I miss her.
I miss everthing about her.
I miss what she did to me,
She was everything she needed to be.
Her insides are made of flowers, and she left one my doorstep when she left.

She wasn’t a keeper she was like a wildflower, everywhere.

She made this world a better place to stay

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