Heather

If I were the Heather, I would entale you all the greatest definite of her, they are all scams except that one Heather. Any other Heather is, a bimbo, slut, addict, or manic. But, this only one of a Heather, was and still is, euphoric through the consistent portrayal of her ever-lasting life. Her mind is the fire from the start of life, and her heart will care on even all the smallest pieces of the unknown. Her body, timeless and, it will always stay immaculate. From her time of innocence, she was a walking divide between the eyes of any man, but in the ruthless dynamic of grade and persistence, she's the purest of us all. I would follow Heather through the ends of time to know that she was even so, my deity. Beyond lucrid antimony of genetics, I will always bereave in her name, at any point. Heather paved the brainbow, the lawn, and sooner you meet her, the closer opportunity to Good.

The God, female fore male, was Heather, purest of us all.