A real heartache.

Arizona Ice tea Pixie sticks Chocolate and nougat. You always had something to sell me. Bumped up a quarter from the price at the store You were alone while others traveled in pairs. I could hear you running up the stairs. Somehow your soccer ball would always hit my door. Seven is supposed to be a lucky number Ebay, what you got for me today? I would say. 50 cents for candy lumber! Maybe if I played with you that day. You could be sitting here typing. No tears on your face for wiping. Could be that bullet never went astray. How can people be so evil? why? A seven year old shouldn't know how to die. I shouldn't be experiencing this emotional upheaval

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