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Angel.
Princess.
Sweet heart.
Our miracle.
Why was she taken?
Why did she leave us at an early age?
We all smiled when she was around
Angel.
Princess.
Sweet heart.
Our miracle.
Why was she taken?
Why did she leave us at an early age?
We all smiled when she was around
Beauty fades;
it's inevitable.
Our bodies are our shells
like eggs they crack, they decay.
But the inside is what nourishes us,
mixes together with other human ingredients
