Carpet of flower. Covered by blood. It's red. I can see. I stand, holding my teddy bear. I'm talking " I want to be like you. "
I'm walking. Someone's holding my hand. Warm. " I want to be like you. " I'm smiling.
" Ahh, you can't. You are too small to bear this fear. " He's crying. His tear make his white shirt wet. " I'm sorry. " He said.
I'm confused. Silly face. " But I like you. You helped me. " We're still walking. The road become darker than before. " Don't cry " I smile.
" I'm sorry, this is your flower. It was white, but. I made it become a red. Your blood. " he still crying.
I whisper him. " It's ok. I always be a weak kid. You saved me. " my eyes closed.
Now, I'm not myself. Desperation. I realised. Ohh, I think it will be allright. I wanted it so much.
Thanks mom, dad. This is what i want since I was kid.
I leave them, with a knife on their heart. Covered by blood.
I smile.
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De TodoJust words that you never imagine. Imperfection, darkness, and me.