When I die
they will not say
that youth was wasted on the young

They will say that I
breathed fire and conquered
mountains and rivers and valleys

They will know that I
loved and lost with equal passion
the world will never see again

They will remember that I
wrote but also that
I was the kind of girl people wrote about

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