When I think of her all I can do is smile and cry from all the good and bad memories.

When I think of her all I can do is wonder if she misses me in Heaven.

When I think of her all I can do is question 'God' on why he didn't take me instead.

When I think of her I put down my blade and wonder if she'll be disappointed in my scars.

When I think of her I start to beg 'God" to take me now.

When I think of her I try to think of a way out of memory lane before it's too late and I find myself finally using my blade just to get away.

When I think of her...

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