The Death of the Girl

Once there was a girl who came from a sunny place
Upon her arm, she wore a tiny heart surrounded by the stars and sun

She lived her life with such fierce veracity, that people were drawn to her just to hear her talk
She could read them, feel what they felt, it was a God-given gift, but she did not know these things

A messenger of hope, one of peace, love, and family
There was a plan, a destiny, written in the stars

But when she fell ill, she did not grieve for her own loss, for she lived each day if it was her last
With no regrets, she never had a doubt they would remember her kind, loving heart

That was her mark, her legacy because her faith was unwavering, it gave her strength and courage
Always to be remembered fondly, and that’s what life is worth

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