Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
I was nine. I was in the fourth grade, top of my class. I did ballet three days a week after school. I had a French tutor. I rode a horse. I was a busy kid, but I was a good kid -
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