That girl is gone. That girl died that night.

leaves of grass

nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
no birth, identity, form - no object of the world.
nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
ample are time and space - ample the fields of nature
the body, sluggish, aged, cold - the embers left from earlier fires
the light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
the sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
to frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
with grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

~walt.w

when you have a gun pointed at you
what's the difference
there's no fear no emotions
you're just left in a sort of limbo
waiting for it to come