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Girl  Custom User Avatar More by this author She died one day,
she can’t say when. All she knows is that she died in your eyes,
and I suppose that’s all that counts. She didn’t go to heaven,
she stayed here. No one saw her, no one noticed her. She would
lollygag around the halls, popping into different classrooms
that were once hers. They wouldn’t notice her, wouldn’t care.
She was a meager breeze in the wind.  One day she was making her
rounds around the world she once called home, watching her best
friend talk to someone she barely knew at her locker when you
walked right through her. She turned around, her ghost hair all
knotted from the cramped coffin, to see you. You were talking to
one of your friends, as she slowly walked up to you. Your smile
was gorgeous. She knew right then that she was in love, her
still heart melting at your sight.  However, she knew this
wouldn’t have a happy ending. She was nothing, a see-through
glass sculpture of wha