The horror of the screaming truth fills the silent room
Why? Why them?
Why so young? There is no hope
No future
No chance
Will my heart ever recover? I hope not
I won’t forget you, aunty.
I won’t forget your face
I won’t forget your laugh
The way you smiled
The way you showed me true joy
The way you cried as it crippled me to walk away
Will I come back?
I will come back, Aunty
A piece of me will never leave
A piece of my heart is yours forever
Chelsea
Bangalore Volunteer Christmas '11
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