you were not there
you caused me so much pain more than I can name I was a small little child I needed you to stay to don't slip away not to bend me already like you did you left me here with broken shit and I hate you for never coming back, for stepping out of my chest no visiting no knocking on the door ~~~~~~~~~~~~ until I met you years again, down there in a cemetery where I stand and see you again as a brown gravestone with a picture of you, and all of a sudden everything was painted blue
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