there once was a girl in the woods.
she said to a shirley, "for what do you live?
for what do you laugh? for what do you love?"

and the shirley said to the girl:
"for what don't i live or laugh or love?
if i do so at all? what if it's all hollow,
leaving nothing in the core?"

and the girl said: "me, i am not hollow.
that i know for sure. i am not sure about
you. i am not hollow because i feel a great
pain."

and the shirley said: "this pain, where does
it come from? i hope it leaves you soon."

and the girl looked away, didn't answer.
and soon after the girl died.