• drip drip drip No. It's not the rain. it's my pain. Being here, with my name. On the stone in front me, I'm dead, can't you see? I'm gone, I died, i passed, I plead my family remember's me. I was small, runty, weak. No one actually cared for me. I just need to know where to go, what to see, if, now, my famil cares for me.
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    " that runty girl"
    they'll go and say,
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    "is finally gone! Hip hip hooray!"
    I watched this scene play in my head, then I decided- I want them dead!