Have I ever told you, about the day I died?

I remember the blue blue sky,
and the cheery chirp of the nightingale.
I heard the symphony of hoots,
each telling it's own tale.

When was the murder?
Was it 2:30 in broad daylight,
my memory grows dim
or 11:45 in the shadows of night?

A child of but 8 years of age,
pure, untainted, and innocent to a fault.
Untouched by adulthood, wild
and untamed, much like a fledgling colt.

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OMG I DONT KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE THIS. okay actually i was writing this before i went for debate. so there. i shall think about how to finish this while i dream.

byeeee.

-- xiiao* deathie ♫

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