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A girl half alive half dead
She never really was alive
But I have always loved her
Her soft and gentle hands that I adore in all who touch mine
When my name died I did not mourn itI did not bury my name in the back yard with Fluffy and Fido Covering my name with flowersInstead I just just stood thereWatching it parish as the truth of my words cut through it
