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    she.

    the pronoun causes a heart attack. she, like the wind in the trees or a fresh sheet of snow. she was younger than text books and there was such an innocence in her eyes, at least at first. she held flowers in her hair and the brightest of smiles was always smeared over her face. she danced

and sang

and

then

she didn't.

    also, there's me. im only a someone in a somewhere. i notice things. like how a person's soul can be drained after time, how their smiles begin to mismatch their smiles or how their sleeves grow longer. i notice the way a person looks at some one else or how miserable some one is when they have to go home at the end of the day.

    don't pity me or question me or even try to relate for i'be done something so terrible and it's much too late to forgive.