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On a cold night༄......When the matchstick girl died, no one noticed her. They all thought she was asleep. She was just a frightened girl, feeling the cold ... the cold that matches that matchsticks could not kill ... the cold that dominated the faces of those around her ... the cold that made them pass by her and did not notice her ... the cold that killed her heart before her lean body died. She died ... and no one noticed her death. She died ... after a thousand attempts to get warm ... she died ... waiting for an indefinable warmth ... she died picking up the matches in her hands that indicated her attachment to life ... and her belief in hope ... But everything around her was He assures her that the severity of the cold will kill her ... and that those wooden sticks will not kill her cold ... because what was missing was the warmth of love and affection ... !!, No one noticed her ... !! Because she did not speak of her pain and disappointment from the cruelty of the world to which she belonged ... and she did not ask for love and sympathy from anyone even though she was in dire need of a god ... She was content with making her own warmth in the hope that the cruelty of the hearts of people around her would forget her ... Unfortunately ... it did not work !!
