and so it ends our story. it ends on the beginning. because the beginning is always something else's end. and sometimes there is no need to start it all over again.
she lay there. and if life would allow her a feeling... it would be happiness. No one really know who she was, where she came from... everyone knew her name because that's what you give when you want to have the chance to met others. but others never met her. she laughed, she cried, she jumped and she walked like everyone else....
.... and then she died. Some say she choked on a butterfly.
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