She was only a face placed on cheap pedestal.
She was overly proud of it.
She was excessively proud about it.
She had seen nothing else except herself.
She was the only relevant thing known to her own.
She was another stupid mortal.
She was even lesser than some low-life being.
She was nothing.
She was definitely nothing.
She only cared for herself.
She thought she could be hurt, while hurting others.
She never was concerned.
She never tried to be a friend.
She only used.
She thought it was okay.
She thought she could get over me.
She only thought about herself, I tell you.
She's a fool trying to make a fool out of someone else.
She never realized it.
She's not the world.
She doesn't get it.
She won't, of course, for she had that precisely defined mind of an excessive person (excessive to where, that is).
She can't love herself.
She can't appreciate any other thing except for her excessive self.
She can't be true, how we wish.
But she is.
And she has not realized it.
No, not yet.
She must not live.
She must not live in this world so we can attain harmony in living with other - and nicer - people.
She's not nice, of course. Who was she trying to fool?
She can't get it.
She's going to rot.
She must.
She's just a face - a rotten one - that must join the other decayed creatures below the ground.
Goodbye, overly proud girl.
I hope you can make yourself more believable, and in every way nicer.
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