I know they are here. They should be. The pain.... It was real, people would say I am crazy. But the voice. I know it I recognized it. The little girl... The tears the feeling it is to much I dont want to. "A pretty little girl walked by the road she kilt one and two but forgot number three" She says but I dont want to here it.... I dont want the truth I want back the lie.... I know I am not crazy... I saw her. I saw the truth....