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When she was younger she wrote poems. Poems of love hope and happy endings. As time went on they changed morphed into something else. Into poems of pain tears and dark times. As time went on they changed morphed into something else. Into poems of bad endings and short lives. As time went on they changed morphed into something else. Into letter now sounding more like goodbyes. When she got older she wrote a letter. She told them goodbye and said sorry. As time went on life changed her morphed her into something else. Into someone so dark that the darkest night in comparison seems light enough to be blinding. As time went on and death became the solution she morphed into someone else. Someone who could finally get her peace. | ||||||||||||||
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