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She opened her eyes that day for the final time. The final day of her life, but she wouldn't know. Unless she did. I knew she did. Terra was an odd girl, natural black hair with blue eyes, standing at 5'10 you could never miss her. Sadly, no one did.

She closed her eyes that day for the final time, as her slim neck adorned a noose, just her size. No one would have thought it would be her. She was too happy, or so they thought happy. No one bothered to ask. They have busy lives, you see.

Somehow this impacted me enough to go to her wake, which many did. They were 'close', their lying mouths hissed. No one cried, I think. I don't even think her parents cared. They might have, but I wouldn't. She was old enough to not be a child, not to be theirs anymore. She was society's now.

When people say that their life is over when someone close dies, I can assure you they're lying. Life goes on just fine. She died, and it went to normal. No one noticed. Or cared, for that fact. She was gone. Another life lost. Possibly, as you ponder that, a few people have died all over our world. Orphaned. Widowed. But no one really cares about them.

But for some reason, I think I loved Terra. I didn't even know her. The obituary was enough to catch my eye, she was a beautiful girl. She was just another life that slipped through the cracks.

We're all Terra. Even if you think you're loved, you're not. I hate you. And if I hate you, you might as well not live.

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She opened her eyes that day for the final time. The final day of her life, but she wouldn't know. Unless she did. I knew she did. Terra was an odd girl, natural black hair with blue eyes, standing at 5'10 you could never miss her. Sadly, no one did.

She closed her eyes that day for the final time, as her slim neck adorned a noose, just her size. No one would have thought it would be her. She was too happy, or so they thought happy. No one bothered to ask. They have busy lives, you see.

Somehow this impacted me enough to go to her wake, which many did. They were 'close', their lying mouths hissed. No one cried, I think. I don't even think her parents cared. They might have, but I wouldn't. She was old enough to not be a child, not to be theirs anymore. She was society's now.

When people say that their life is over when someone close dies, I can assure you they're lying. Life goes on just fine. She died, and it went to normal. No one noticed. Or cared, for that fact. She was gone. Another life lost. Possibly, as you ponder that, a few people have died all over our world. Orphaned. Widowed. But no one really cares about them.

But for some reason, I think I loved Terra. I didn't even know her. The obituary was enough to catch my eye, she was a beautiful girl. She was just another life that slipped through the cracks.

We're all Terra. Even if you think you're loved, you're not. I hate you. And if I hate you, you might as well not live.