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Did you ever see?
The girl here
Was no more me.
Did you ever see?
The marks perfectly covered
By her long sleeves.
Did you ever see?
That all she did was breathe,
But never lived.
If you never did
Then please leave,
Her body doesn't need
The words she could no longer feel.
The irony you see?
The words that could save her
Become her funeral speech.
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