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cold blooded

she wasn't laughing or crying,
she was just living and dieing.
her heart had become nothing but ice,
nothing about this girl was nice.
they couldn't help but shed a tear,
when one day they found her lost in fear,
she died alone, all made of cold
the ice had made the girl grow old.



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Written January 2nd, 2005

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