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she's beautiful.

 a face that can make a whole room stop and hold its breath when she walks in.
a body that can lift well over a hundred pounds and run miles without a second thought.
and a personality sweeter than south carolina sweet tea.

 and i call her my best friend.

 we met in sixth grade.
has it only been four years?
it feels like i've known her my whole life.

 she's everything i don't deserve.
she's there for me when i hate myself, when i want to die, when i'm crying, when i need a laugh, when i need a friend, when the world crashes down on me.

her eyes are the perfect blend of green and blue, her hair is dirty blond, and her smile gives my life meaning.
her spirit is strong--broken, but strong.  she hurts in ways i can barely imagine, yet she falls nine times and rises ten.  she lives with the future promise of one of the deepest scars known to man, but she enjoys life nonetheless.

 we're living, we're learning, we're laughing.

 we joke together, smile together, share things with each other.
she's the other side of me.  she completes me.

 i'd be lost without her.

 i love her more than life itself.

 --6.6.17

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