<center>And her epitaph,
Was carved in her chest,
"Here lies the girl,
Who loved a dream best",
And her tombstone,
Was made of all the songs she wrote,
And her cause of death,
The breath caught in her throat,
And she's buried in her computer,
Where all the words are saved,
With those words that you said,
You dug her a grave</center>
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"...That's why I needed you... needed someone to punish me for my sins... but that's all over now... I know the truth."