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she never had too much without having too little.
i saw her, holding on too tight.
she wasn't doing any good being kept in her box.
hiding from the world what was on her mind.
i was there with her the day it fell apart.
and right by her side when life lost its spark.
mine was the name she addressed her final letter to.
and to me, the words were written:


"when they say
they can relate,
and that they
have the answer
to your problems,
dont accept what
they offer you.
for when you do,
you lose the
true meaning,
and it becomes
your life.
who wants to live
a life based on
something you only did
because of someone else?
in this, your life
is no longer yours."