This is just a short poem/story I wrote on a long train ride
The grass is brown, the leaves are dead, the sky is gray. Water starts to fall...
Why did it happen like that? It wasn't supposed to turn out like this,
It should have been me, not him...never him.
Every time I turn around, I think he's there, waiting for me.
But he's not, and never will be again.
Why did I get mad like that? Why did I get careless?
Why can't time be turned back, just this once?
I feel like I'm dying, it hurts so much...
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It wasn't your fault mommy.
You told me not to go there, I should have listened I'm sorry. Please don't cry, don't go,
I need you. I love you.