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This world is to hard to walk it alone. You'r not alone little girl. There are so many peoples that loving you. But i understand, you'r tired of this all. You standing on the top of mountsin. You feel the wind in you'r hair. You look at down, i know.. You think about later. A single tear fall down. You hear someone saying in you'r ear, ''stay''. But you feel.. Someone is pushing you. A girl, so so far away in the sky. You want to touche her. It feels like you can walk on that sky. ''Wooshh'' The girl is gone.

Little girl, she died.

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