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a girl died today, and a teacher told us life is fragile.
you could say she drowned, or you could say she went to sleep and never woke up. the point is, a girl died.
she had pretty brown eyes and a voice that thundered kindness across the world. she had pretty brown hair and fingers that scratched promises on the sky.
a girl died today, and a boy dreamed the night before that she was screaming for help. (we found out the next day) and a girl with fire for hair had car tracks running down her cheeks. (we thought she was untouchable) and a boy asked if everyone else was okay and smiled before someone thought to ask him. (we did anyways)
a girl died today, and a teacher told us that life was fragile.
