Prologue Poem. | Moving Car.

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No food. No water.

Just the smell of gasoline and the sound of bumpy roads.

I wish I were at home.

Smelling the Christmas tree.

Laughing with ice cream on my tongue.

But a bullet took that away from me.

A bullet, guns, and guys with greasy hair Took all that away from me.

I think my sister is an angel in the sky now.

I never wanted her to be, but I couldn't do anything to stop it.

It was my fault... everything was my fault.

My parents didn't scream my name, they didn't chase me, and I know why.

It was all my fault... everything was all my fault.

My other sister is a tree with roots, not an angel in the sky.

And she didn't even come to save me.

It was on my fault... everything was my fault.

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