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This is Callie.
She has a kind heart.
A very dear friend of mine gave her to me for my fourteenth birthday, and ever since she has been my confidante, a constant.
That's not something you can say about people.
She is selfless and compassionate, and she will never tell me that my pain is wrong.
She has never hurt me, she has never done me wrong.
Because its these hearts that we create, the ones that are not plagued by human error, that are pure. Her heart is mine, magnified, without the scars. Without the selfish desires. Her heart is what I wish mine was.
For yesterday.
177.365
This is Callie.
She has a kind heart.
A very dear friend of mine gave her to me for my fourteenth birthday, and ever since she has been my confidante, a constant.
That's not something you can say about people.
She is selfless and compassionate, and she will never tell me that my pain is wrong.
She has never hurt me, she has never done me wrong.
Because its these hearts that we create, the ones that are not plagued by human error, that are pure. Her heart is mine, magnified, without the scars. Without the selfish desires. Her heart is what I wish mine was.
For yesterday.