Looking back.

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I don't know why some people just get me looking back on the past sometimes. It hurts to look back on the past because it is things you try to get away from.  Such as me walking away right when I told Calvin I was dying I don't know why I told him that. When I went to sleep I didn't know what would happen the next day.

Next morning

I woke up to find a little boy right next to me he was hurt and he looked like a smaller version of Calvin.
A shadow came in and I felt a presence one that is very familiar. My heart began to race and what I saw I knew would scare me for life. What the hell happened while I was sleeping. I couldn't breathe. If you saw what I saw you would understand. The shit the world be going through is fucked up and now I feel like maybe I should have stepped up to some of the bullshit I see instead of being the bitch I know I am. What I saw a little boy with dried up tears on his cheeks and his eyes glued open with blood all over him. I was scared not just because of seeing his body, but because of seeing his blood on my hand. What the fuck did I do?

I don't know what to do maybe if I didn't lie to Calvin everything would be fine I would be with him and he would've held me close. This would have never happened if I just told him the truth. The days go by so fast and I started to wonder if they all forgot about me and it would make sense if they did. I stopped trying to scream for help after awhile because my voice hurt and when I finally went to sleep in the cold dark room my life got worse than it was before.

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