Do they all know, what are they doing, where are they going?
What is this all for naught, and why shed tears when the end comes?
A child, broke his toy, but it can't be repaired. No. Never again. But he hugs it so tight and screamed, wishing that his tears, and holding it tighter would mend the cracks. It is to. But it simply pressed more fissures, the shards cutting deep in the wounds.
Please don't die | i can't stay
Indignant | Limp with pain.
Screaming | breaking apart
Fits and tantrums | helpless
Begging | crying
Fear | Fear
Toy, battered, used, broken into pieces, bloodied, haunted, disoriented, hopeless.
Boy,
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