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I look at the clouds and try to find something in them, try to forget whats going on outside of this moment. How could that even be happening, it couldn't be real. A solution? That is impossible.
The tie that held my hands were binded with to much force.
My hands were starting to go numb and i knew i had to get it off soon.
The taillights faded in the distance and i tried to stand only to fall back for my legs were bound too.
i look down into the coffin. how could she do this to me? how could she leave me? what do i have anymore? nothing. theyve put the makeup on and done her hair, decorating a corpse. goodbye mom.