Disclaimer: Yeah... I own everything! I own the world! .... Nay.... I only have a hamster named Neji, does it count?
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-Heal the Pain-
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(( She used to love you
You used to love her back ))
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She used to kiss you goodnight and lull you into sleep.
You used to smile and murmur a "…'night mommy" while holding her hand.
(( Of course, she was still alive…
…of course, you were only two and cherished no one else but her ))
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She used to nurse your injuries and kiss your forehead lovingly, whispering soothing words.
You used to sob loudly and drench her dress.
(( Of course, she was still alive…
…of course, you were only three and fell down easily ))
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She used to smile at your attempts of drawing her beautiful face.
You used to laugh wholeheartedly and hug her.
(( Of course, she was still alive…
…of course, you were only four and terrible at drawing ))
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She used to fix your clothes and plaster your hair.
You used to pout and mutter "I'm not a baby anymore, mom" and go after your older brother.
(( Of course, she was still alive…
…of course, you were now six and grownup ))
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She used to offer you help with your training.
You used to turn her down and ask your older brother instead.
(( Of course, she was still alive…
…of course, you were now seven and wanted to be like him ))
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She used to kiss you goodbye at the doorway.
You used to wipe your cheek and say "You're embarrassing me, mom"
(( Of course, she was still alive…
…of course, you were now eight and too old for kisses ))
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Then one day she stopped being there.
Then one day you stopped feeling loved.
(( Of course, now she was dead…
…of course, now you were alone ))
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You used to cherish her at two.
You used to cry with her at three.
You used to worship her at four.
You used to wish she'd stop babying you at six.
You used to turn her down at seven.
You used to feel ashamed of her at eight.
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… Now you're sixteen and for the first time come to visit her grave.
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You wish you had cherished her more.
You wish you had cried with her more.
You wish you had worshiped her more.
You wish she had babied you more.
You wish you had never turned her down.
You wish you had never felt embarrassed of her.
(( Of course, now she is dead…
…of course, now there's nothing you can do ))
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But as you look at her name engraved on the tombstone and the feeling of guilt eats your very soul…
…you can't help but wish.
And you remember her voice as she said how much she loved you…
…but you don't remember ever saying the same.
(( She used to love you…
…you still love her back ))
-Owari-