My child Mary. You said you would carry her for me. Then I was told she had died. That you were dead for so long what could I have expected. My heart cant break anymore. You said you named her Mary because I love the virgin so much. As I leave, I can see your ghostly form in my rear view mirror. You stand alone, sad and dead looking out from the woods. Is that really you, or is it she? I miss you. Forever I will mourn the loss of Mary, my child.
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