Once upon a little time, there was a girl.

       She had friends and friends.

She was messed up, but she had them.

 No one knew where they went.

 The roots died at there.

 She did not cry.

She laughed and laughed

Tearingevery            single             thing                      a    p         a           r        t

As her life

was b r e a k i n g .

 She lost and won.

 Some people were erased.

Because once you are erased,

you cease to exist

and you never will exist

 nor there will be any marks

or proofs of your existence.

But it is nothing like it matters, after all.

 Aren't we all damned?

                                                                             Aren't we all lucky? No, we are not.



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