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a slow poison spread through her skin, bones and soul
it didn't make sense when she was breathing,
neither it did when she wasn't,
but suddenly everyone loved her,
shed crocodile tears of her death and told tales about their love,
but she was gone,
imprinting regret in others' hearts,
she loved no one,
and she knew,
no one loved her

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