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Heads Or Heads....tale

Fiona wrote me a letter...

Theres a tiny piece of me
thats growing daily
which you will never get to,
my laughter
my tears
my voice
my imagination
my memories
my beauty
my love
my understanding
my virtue
You`ll never take them from me
They belong to me
I created them
I own them
I control them
I decide what to do with them
Goodbye..

Goodbye dear Fiona..
She was such a lovely girl






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