brennaislegit
beneath that nest of hair, i knew there was a heart. She may not act like she has one because she knows what it's like to have it shattered. But I know I can put it back together. And that was my mission. She became my muse in just that first glance of her sitting alone at the bar, obviously underaged, with her black thigh high boots. I knew she was my muse.
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