GLASS
Gaudy jewelry, bad clothes, garish make up,and pointless opinions.
4.17.2010
Mirando
I remember when you used to tell me I was beautiful.
I woke up each morning,
dead,
until I heard your voice.
I couldn't function properly if I didn't hear you laugh,
if I couldn't make you smile.
Each day was the best day of my life.
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