Because She Asked
Because She Asked
The girl in this picture is dead.
Oh, she doesn’t look dead;
Not yet.
See, in this picture she is living
Breathing, seeing, even smiling;
But she’s dead inside.
How do I know?
The girl in that picture is also me.
And I killed her
Because she asked me to.
The girl in this picture is dead.
Oh, she doesn’t look dead;
Not yet.
See, in this picture she is living
Breathing, seeing, even smiling;
But she’s dead inside.
How do I know?
The girl in that picture is also me.
And I killed her
Because she asked me to.
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