It's raining. And i'm running. You're screaming behind me. Telling me to come back. Why would I come back to you? You hurt me. And when I needed you the most, you were never there. When I was all alone. You were busy. What kind of father does that? And now you want me to come back? But then, you screamed at me to watch out. Then there was a car. Then I was on the ground covered in my own blood. Then there was you. And then blackness. And that was it. I was gone.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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