I hate being right,
When in the end it brings us here-
I told you so many things
If only once I had been wrong.
If one word had been inaccurate,
If thus you had reason to listen,
Surely if you had turned not to me-
Turned not again to the endless one
Turned instead to yourself little one. . . .
Perhaps, Maybe yes
I might not be giving your
Most precociously earned reward
To the cold hand of your corpse.
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this reminds me so much of my daughter. she killed herself on the 15th. no one understood why she did it and her last words were 'i love you mum' i really related to this piece and you captured the emotion beautifully. a really good piece of work,
hugs,
georgie,
xxx
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