Nobody wants to go near me anymore.
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Nobody wants to go near me anymore.
People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile
when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me.
Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street
to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust.
I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was.
Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my
fault. They know it wasn't my
fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way.
I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for
lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long.
I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even
deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın and
desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those
terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing
more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the
hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives.
But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.