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May 2021
she sits in front of her window,
absentmindedly staring at the people below.

she's cold.
so, so, cold.

how many years has it been since her death?
she doesnt know. no one does.

she's so lonely.
everyone's forgotten her.

poor little dead girl.
its me, im the poor little dead girl

anyways thank you for reading
Written by
jade  my head
(my head)   
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