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reasons

by @ezra-1

I had that dream again I remember just the white hall And the windows were all dark When you whispered "we are alone" And I told you "I Know" The dream where you debated dying You were too little to remember But that's ok, I am not sure that I would want you to anyway It was too familiar, like before. The grain of the wooden door And as it swung open on its hinges I told you all was forgiven You looked so scared. Like you were unprepared But you were only five Too young to decide to not be alive. I was too slow. I couldn't even scream As I fell to me knees With you in front of me So now you know, That was when I woke crying And I couldn't stop from lying When I said nothing was wrong And I am the reason your dying.
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