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What happened to that sweet, innocent, cute little girl

The girl who could say she was fine and actually mean it
I found her
When I cast away my shame
Along with my garments.
My sin is washed away in her river,
And I lie In her sun warmed soil
Finally home.
.
What he loved about her was that she was full of life
But
Little did she know
That he was fantasizing about death
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