The missing dead girl

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I am a man

I wasn't always but I am now

The funny thing is that I don't hate the little girl that died

I don't hate her smile and her laugh

I don't hate her singing and her drawings

I miss the friends that she had but I know that their gone

She may be dead but I sort of want people to see her

To see that wonderful child that was full of imagination

To see her like a princess

If I had to make a funeral for the missing girl, I make it during the night

So she could see the stars that she loved so much

I would make sure that fireworks were going off because she always liked them and they would make her guests so happy

She never liked seeing people sad

But she is dead now, I'll miss her a bunch

So her memory lives on inside of him

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 17 ⏰

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