Litteralism Kills Reality
She was conceived. She lived. She died. She was blond. Faded grey. then to a rather interesting shade of red. She believed in love. She believed in God. She went to church every sunday. She wore braids in her hair as a child, bras' as a teen, and a pink one piece bathing suit with frills once a year. She liked sex. She had a house with 2 kids and a husband, and a giraffe. She died on a saturday. A little off. What a shame. She lived, she died, wastefuly.
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