Phoebe Nora Mary Prince. I read your story in the paper today. You left us here asking ourselves why when you were so young did you feel the need to leave so soon. But of course the story is old. I knew a girl, beautiful like you...the tale is the same. She hung herself in the shower. (It was her mother who's cruelty drove her to that place). All these years on it breaks my heart still. Today it's broken again. How I wish there was someone with you to tell you it would be okay, that tomorrow would be better...it's going to be better. Phoebe Nora Mary Prince, I wish you had chosen to stay.
Rest in peace.
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