She will die by Felicia Spencer


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She will die.
Her twisted bones will tie knots around her life and squeeze it out of her.

Her body will die.
It will follow her soul, go where souls go when their earthly vessles can no longer contain them.

When she dies,
will it make her feel any better?
Will it make me feel any different about my eventual death?

When she dies,
will she die with dignanty?
Does it matter?
When you die do go somewhere where you are rewarded for your character?

She will die.
She will be too young to die, and that is what i cant stand; life going to waste.

When she dies
I will be sad, and i will wonder if my life is going to waste as well.