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With a cigarette in her hand,

And words swirling in her head.

Everything just made sense.

She was always one to observe.

She learned new things because of her talent.

Like how his name looked so much better

Described in the way he made her feel,

Rather than trapped in 4 letters.

Or how she felt normal,

As the pages filled with her words.

She was only 17,

But her experiences could fill a lifetime.

Because not only did they never end.

But the people,

Oh the people she spent them with

Meant more to her than family.

They saved her from herself,

All those years ago.

She owes them her life,

And all because they gave her hers.

-R.M