How You Died
I heard the sound of you dying, right in your room. I asked you what you where doing but you did not answer. I heard your mother breaking the door, and cried out my baby. I heard your mom screaming your name. as she took you off the rope. she turned on the camera, and asked me why you would do this. I saw how your neck was broken I saw you dead on the floor. your mother then blamed me and said it my fault. all I could see was you on the floor as blood spilled on the ground. at that time I knew that you where already gone.
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