Ruthy died after a motorcycle accident on her 19th birthday.
She died in love, knew no heartbreak.
She died doing what she adored, riding bikes.
She enjoyed every second of every day as if it was her last.
She hadn't reached the point of hating her mother.
She had few but to-death friends, literally.
She didn't sweat her t-shirt one day of her life to make another bitch rich.
Neither did she make it to witness all this crazyness taking over.
As she said— 'there are things worse than death, girl'.
PS - just outside the gates, as they were preparing to go in, they chuckled to one another and mocked the Yankees. Until they saw the bodies, they had thought it was all a conspiracy theory though that name hadn't been invented.
If you can't be water, maybe smell the flowers.
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