They say death comes when you don't expect it.

Well, nice one death...I didn't expect this.

To wail won't help anything.

To cry a river won't bring them back.

To shout and hit my body around won't make their cold bodies become warm.

I wouldn't cry much because I now have responsibilities.

Three siblings and they are all looking at me now.

Im sure I am not ready for this role.

Dad come back, I promise to listen to you more often.

I promise to sit by your side and listen to your stories.

I promise to stop going out too often..

I'll do anything, just don't go.

Mum, please stay.

Please teach me those values again.

I promise to listen.

I promise to not work out on you.

This pain I feel in my heart is excruciating.

I can't carry this burden all by myself.

Mum and dad please... come back and stay...

Just give me one more year

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