It was terrible
Probably the worst thing I've had to do in my life
I couldn't look at her
The life drained from her young face
Killed by life
By child molesters
By her ***** of a mother
She looked at me and smiled
Asked me if I would come back and see her when she was better
But I knew that there was no better
There was no later
I had to leave the room
And let hot tears pour onto the cold and sterile tile
Before I could answer
I lied
I lied
I smiled and kissed her goodbye
Knowing that it would be final
And said goodbye
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
It was terrible
Probably the worst thing I've had to do in my life
I couldn't look at her
The life drained from her young face
Killed by life
By child molesters
By her ***** of a mother
She looked at me and smiled
Asked me if I would come back and see her when she was better
But I knew that there was no better
There was no later
I had to leave the room
And let hot tears pour onto the cold and sterile tile
Before I could answer
I lied
I lied
I smiled and kissed her goodbye
Knowing that it would be final
And said goodbye
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