She's dead, nothing will ever change that. She died, her heart stopped beating, her brain ceased to function, her lungs stopped working, she stopped breathing. She's cold and dead and is never coming back. She will never hug you again, she'll never kiss you or tell you she loves you. She's just gone.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
