You know when you here on the news that someone died in a car crash, you feel sad for a while but you forget about it... and slowly, you don't remeber their name or how they died.
But when it's in a movie, or a book you cry... You'll remember their name.
What if its a relitive you didn't know very well? A couple of tears, a laugh or two about the things they would do...
Personaly, no-one close to me has died, and I hope they never do.
But I knew a girl, I might never see her again, but really I should probably say I know a girl.
I won't say names, but people weren't nice to her, people were horrible. I wasn't mean, I don't think anyway. But I really hope I wasn't. And I'm sorry if I was.
Good luck to that girl. I hope someday, everyone knows her name.
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PoetryIt makes absolutely no sense. It isn't a story, It has no plot. Its a poem, its a thought its a short story or a scene. It could be anything.
