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Held at Gunpoint


Held at gunpoint, she is asked, “Why don’t you know loss? Know the Shame of being broken, the guilt that Appears from your early withdrawal? I know you raised your white flag too soon. Your luxury bears a price that I have to Pay every morning when I pass his room, But you live undisturbed by this mere Casualty. No weight borne from his death. You breathe in sync with the masses. With your complacence and apathy, he Sinks further into his grave, buried by The memories others make without him. He quit because he knew they would Forget him. He knew you would Forget him. Why can’t I forget? I'm no greater than you, the scum That sent my son to an early grave!" She quivers in his fractured presence. "I am less than I ever have been! I am Greater now than I ever will be from This point on as the hollow I had No choice in becoming! You made My choice for me!" Dumbstruck, the Innocent girl had no choice but to take His words-- "I will make this choice for you."
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