Singing in the mall with your sister, "I love our life, I love you, I love me". Smiling and laughing. You ask me to go into the bathroom with you. I follow, smiling, not knowing what is to come next.
I sing with you,"I love our life, I love you, I lov---". My tone gets cut short due to a gun shot. I scream and cry as I see your body fall limp. Why? Why did you leave me here alone?
The next day, your parents call me up, and say I left my shirt at your house. I walk over there, singing our song, "I love our life, I love you, I love me". I see your father, depression hiding behind his mask.
You were his only child, and now your gone. He blames me for your death. But I blame him for your sorrow. Which is true? Sweetie, why did you leave? Was it really your fathers abuse? Was it me? May I say one thing Sweetie?
I love you. That still comes from the heart of the ten year old you left. Yes. Even though 6 years later, I still love you.
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