She encourages death with open arms.

She wanted this.

She was supposed to love this.

But, hearing her mother's cries were just too much.

She wants to return to her mother,

run to her like a toddler.

Jump into her fragile arms,

and never let go. 

She can't. It's over.

She's gone.

But if she's gone, why is she still here!?

Can't she just be gone? Why does she have to go through this pain?

She's been through enough.

She feels selfish. Hearing her apathetic brother,

Shrieking at her bloody limp body.

Falling to the ground...

Screaming Why? Why? Why?

She was forced to ask herself.......


The End

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