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ReXed - The Tale of lonelygurl98's livejournal
Sifting through twelve-point memories,
gathering dust in some forgotten folder.
Avatar of the Virgin's sanguine tear,
claiming to have been cursed at birth.
Repressed words, now all capitalized --
all along, screaming in digital silence.
Looking for a face to match the pain,
the photograph, like you, is gone.
Ending with a few incoherent sentences,
the last will and testament of the unloved.
Wherever she may be, she's no longer alone
for now I address my diary to lonelygurl98.
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