Murder of a Child

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I'm running.
I'm running away.
It's coming.
To take me away.

I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in there.
My body.
Is it still there?

Am I?
Am I still here?
Can I?
Still shed a tear?

Mummy?
Can you hear me?
Daddy?
Can you see me?

Someone.
Anyone, please.
You're here.
I heard you sneeze.

Wake up!
Brain you're needed!
I'm gone.
You succeeded.

- Aimee Leeton (me)

I published two things in one day! What?! Honestly I don't like it but tell me if it's good.

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