I remember, when I was still with you all, I didn't feel as important as I do now. Now I stand near a grave with the same name as mine engraved in it and see all these people coming, crying for a little while and leaving with the same boring expressions as they came with. Everyone are pretending that they cared for me when in reality they are only wearing their masks. If I didn't know myself when I was alive, I would say I was popular and loved. But I know that people that come and go are all just great actors who put on their saddest expressions and later leave just like they did when I was alive.
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•Memories of a dead girl•
Short StoryI remember feeling alone when I was alive. This is a short story about a dead girl who stands by her grave.
