I tell myself there was a girl.
I tell myself I used to be a girl I am no more. And with her mind and soul and heart she had a deep rapport. I tell myself she used to live before I killed her dead. That she would dwell out here as well not only in my head. I tell myself her tales in hopes of bringing her to life. And ending introspective hell and third dimension strife. I tell myself I am no more the girl I used to be. But she was just a fragment of what life has labelled Me.