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\f0\fs24 \cf0 Dear Malice\
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I write to you with news you have already learned.\
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Ireade has died. \
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While this is sad news I can not morn.\
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It was when I learned who she truly was. \
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I was just fourteen, she was eighteen.\
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I walked into her blue room.\
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She was kneeled at the window praying.\
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I had always mocked her for her faith.\
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I remember saying something stupid about her hurrying up.\
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She stood up and said hello with a smile I could never forget.\
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I told her she was wasting her time.\
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I told her there was no heaven.\
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She told me there was.\
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I explained she would never be there.\
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She explained she didn\'d5t want to be.\
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I was confused, I asked her, why pray at all.\
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She smiled at me; she said she wanted me to be there.\
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She said everyone should be in heaven.\
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I asked her not to pray for me.\
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She told me she wasn\'d5t.\
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She didn\'d5t want to go to heaven.\
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She explained she rather come back here and save everyone.\
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Anything else would be selfish.\
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If heaven is where you\'d5re happy\
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Then she wont be there until I\'d5m there.\
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If that\'d5s what she prayed for\
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How can I miss her now, when she is still here?\
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