Ok, this is a story. It will be sad.
I Want You Back.
She is gone.
Forever.
Sleeping under the ground.
Not breathing.
She was my other half.
She was stolen from life.
So I was ripped in two.
The man in the car took her life.
He thinks he can fix it with one word:
Sorry.
Sorry?
SORRY!
Does he think he can bring her back with SORRY?
Does he think he can use magical powers,
To awaken her lifeless corpse?
He is wrong.
Sorry cannot bring back the dead.
Sorry cannot save her.
Sorry cannot go back in time.
Stop the car from losing control.
Stop it from snatching her life from her.
Sorry cannot stop the men from putting her in that coffin.
Stop ther from being lowered in.
Stop this horrible, horrible experience.
My parents try to make it better.
But Mom is crying.
Dad is shaking.
They are reminded of the time they said they wanted her out.
They said to take her to Yerba with me.
Maybe even leave her there.
I am angry at them.
But even more at myself.
I never wanted her around.
Her pretty face always made her,
Stand out in a crowd.
I am reminded again, of Yerba.
Of the song we sung to get out of prison.
I want you back.
I want you back, Trina.
Please, come back.
Please...
D':
Virtual Kleenex for anyone who cried.
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