"But how can someone so young be so sad and lonely?" I often wondered looking at those lips that seldom smiled.
"There has to be something that's killing her from within. And if only I could help may be I would." I said to myself.

"You can if you want to." Said she, as a teardrop trickled down her cheek, "but I know you wouldn't."

I wondered if she really spoke the truth when she added, "For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard where I should have been."
"And may be that's why, you'd rather talk to me about this, than to write a story about me where I could live happily."

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