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Goth girl in paradise,
She's feeling a bit less dark,
If you guessed it was from the heat,
You're just a little off your mark,
She met a boy who flew a kite,
And he wore naught but white,
So she dressed with a bit less tension,
To try to draw in his attention.

Life was dull. There was nothing to life but a mixture of dull people colored with dull pigments living dull lives, and Mel did not like dull. Her goal in life was to change that, give those people meaning and brightness to their lives, make them forget the dullness of their old selves.

But, with each change she made, each person she saved, her own life became more and more dull. Every ounce of color she was made up of was going to those around her, and slowly draining her of her very life. In the end it was she who needed the saving.