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I was real

I was real.  So many have pretended to be me. The lost daughter of the Tsar, even though  I was supposed to be born a son, an heir. But I died, like all the rest of us. Before I had to die, I blossomed for a short time. I still remember the shots, the death cries of my sisters, the end of the dynasty. I was not a foolish girl, I was a victim of my time, Grand Duchess Anastasia. A poet's note. There are many stories about Anastasia Romanova, but she was murdered in 1918 along with the rest of the Tsar's family.

I drowned for love

I drowned. I drowned for love. Into the icy sea, where icy people cried for help, after their dreams sank. Rose. I loved you. I loved you more than anyone else. For a brief moment I was happy. The moment we were given. Fly Rose. For me too. Poets note. Jack Dawson was a character in Titanic-movie.