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They call me the Sleeping Beauty. Actually, I was Rosalia Lombardo, I died when I was only two. My father couldn't bear to lose me, so I rest in my glass coffin in the catacombs of the monastery. The doctor cast a spell on me to live forever, because I wasn't allowed to sleep away. But still, I just sleep, forever, as if I had never left. Poet's note. Rosalia Lombardo died at the age of only two of the Spanish flu and was embalmed in Sicily, where she still rests.

My name was JonBenet my death is still a mystery. I was only six years old, I had golden hair and the best smile in the world when they took me to heaven, I couldn't breathe. I was a little miss, Americas royal miss and my killer is still free. Why did he hurt me took me to heaven? Who killed me they keep asking over and over again. Poet's note. JonBenet Ramsey's murder was world news. The killer has still not been caught.