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Emily.  She was tall, and she was gorgeous.  Her T-shirt showed off a long graceful neck and a peek of her collarbone partially masked by shoulder-length auburn hair.  Her eyes were places you could get lost in, and she had the most unbelievable mouth, full lips, slightly downturned, that made me have to immediately look away -- only to catch a hint of her breasts as she moved away from the hug. She was one of the most beautiful, one of the most stunning, women I'd ever seen -- and certainly the most beautiful teenager.  She drew me in with a gravity of her own.  Her height -- she was barely shorter than me -- had made her confident

I love him so much :] He is my sunshine to warm my day, my cloud to shade me when its too hot. Life would not be the same with out him. It just wouldn't exist. I cant even begin to explain how much I care for him, more than I care for anyone, anything. Everything. Lovels :}

Why do I do it to myself? My throat is parched, my face sticky with tears, my eyes burning like fire from the tears. I stay up becasue I dont want to sleep. Sleep wont visit me tonight anyway. My art is my therapy.