She is my moon on dark stormy night, sweeping through the air stopping the thunder bringing the light , being there forever and staying the same, She's the person who'd rather have me than fame, I don't judge her she does'nt judge me, to my happiness she has the key, She's not the most outgoing, but I love her she has that of knowing, she's as beutiful as the sound of rain dancing on the creek but she is not bleak, she has her bad days as well as her good, as any sweet girl like her should, She is my best friend, To her my heart and soul I'll lend You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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