Yes, so simple it’s almost sweet but it’s not. A bitter taste leaves my mouth as I speak it. But that’s just it, I’m someone’s child, and it’s my life or theirs. Am I a horrible person? I can make it quick, I can live.
It’s dark and quiet, with a snap it’s done and I walk away. I’m cold, no tears and my body is stiff. Home is only a mile away. I wonder what mom is cooking?
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