I couldn't decide teentgp which idea was worse teen. That she was completely gone or that some small part teen of her was still trapped in there experiencing the same things I was. If she was in there looking out it was worse than any prolonged death. I knew, I teen was looking in. In my shame teen. In my teen pain teen, in my teentgp loneliness. Into her robot corpse.
I..do..not..know..