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Jun 2021
she's been locked in her room for so long.
she doesnt remember why she's there,
or who she is.

all she remembers is that she mustn't leave,
no matter what happens.

but she's grown so thin, so fragile, so weak.

days, month, years;
they've all blurred together.

she can't even remember her name.

poor little ghost girl.
the second part to poor little dead girl

ty 4 readin
Written by
jade  my head
(my head)   
115
     --- and Amanda Kay Burke
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