Gone Girl
There was once a girl
who had given so much
of her heart away
that one day,
after giving her last piece,
she fell asleep listening to
Bon Iver,
and doed of a broken and
missing heart.
Her friends awoke and
mourned her soul,
her past lovers awoke
and mourned her love- her family mourned her,
there was no filling
the void that was left-
swallowing everyone whole.
But she did not mourn.
She had nothing left to
mourn with.
She was gone- gone- gone, girl.
She was gone.
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