I feel for him,
The man who killed me,
For he never realized,
He killed the one he wanted to be…
Blood speaks of the moment gone wrong,
Shouting the foul play out to me,
I pity him 'cause I know he was fooled,
Into killing me if he wanted to be free...
But a murder leaves a splatter of red,
On the killer and his victim alike.
The trail haunts my killer now,
For he suffers now in my memory.
I was the one, who lived inside him,
The one who kept his dreams in myself fondly,
But I was the one none else wanted,
And so he killed me....he killed the one he wanted to be...
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To those who gave up their dream because others didn't approve of it.
