She left her smile under the bricks where her dad is.
Her hope died, with the same bomb that killed her mom that is.
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Holding her brother to feel completed, knowing that the cold left him defeated. she starts to break
looking up the sky, begins to cry "Do you think this is fair? Do you even care" She creamed but no sound was made
Now the matchsticks are up for grabs as she begins fade. A whisper she makes "I'm sorry mama, I couldn't wait"
Now those matchsticks have no owner, I guess, matches on sale

Fuckin powerful.