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Curly red hair and fond of knee-high boots

She hated those legs.

That's how I remember her,

Something else too.

Appointed by the court,

The poor girl did her best to help me and

Even though she failed miserably

We became an item

 

Her life had been worse than mine

Self-esteem pilfered by

Childhood trauma

I wondered how she kept going,

I would ask:

"In that...

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