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the sad thing was about the happy girl and the hated and the loved one- all the same; their eulogies did not say that they chose this, if someone wrote a note to read at my coffin, they did not say that she built this or that perhaps she was proud they said it was unfortunate that such a dreamer an artist, that whimsy little girl had become the one with black hair and matching clothes; something choking her neck, lace perhaps; the kind who wrote poetry on the psychiatrist's waiting room chair's arm; they said it was sad that the one time i wore color was to your funeral- but wasn't that a happy thing?
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
the eulogies not written
the sad thing was about the happy girl and the hated and the loved one- all the same; their eulogies did not say that they chose this, if someone wrote a note to read at my coffin, they did not say that she built this or that perhaps she was proud they said it was unfortunate that such a dreamer an artist, that whimsy little girl had become the one with black hair and matching clothes; something choking her neck, lace perhaps; the kind who wrote poetry on the psychiatrist's waiting room chair's arm; they said it was sad that the one time i wore color was to your funeral- but wasn't that a happy thing?
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
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