Roach,

Seeing your face is like looking at a sunset, I never wanna look anywhere besides your hazel eyes. I wanna twist your hair around my fingers, or even better, listen to you play your guitar.

You are a mess, but I love you still. I wanna be held in your arms again, and never let me go. I was so proud to stand beside you, and be like your trophy. I don't mind how you treated me more like an object to brag about, I liked it like that.

"She's smart, to the point she does my work and save my ass!" or "There's nobody better than her, she's the best" or even better "You have such pretty hair, anon." While he pet my head and played with my hair.

Oh, what would I give to be yours again..?

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