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Carriage
He comes to visit every so often
I ask him when he will take me away from this wretched place
he tells me that he won't take me for a long time
I always ask him to take me now
he always tells me no, saying that my time will come
I go to sleep and wake up, restless that he will come he comes to see me and I ask him again, he has the same answer telling me, Child you need to experience this life before you experience the next life.
I tell him I'm restless. he tells me that my time will come, I need to be patient
I go to my room and grab a knife. I take it to my throat, then I see him at the end of my bed, he takes my hand, I follow him to his carriage, I step in and sit down
I ask him what's happening, he says that I'm going home
I tell him to thank you, he says your welcome
We go up to a gate and a man welcomes me home.
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I wrote this when my grandma died, I was grieving and I didn't have any way to portray my emotions, so I wrote this