You're talking to me…
You're finally talking to me…
I can see you smile at me…
So scary…
So menacing…
Yet…so inviting…
What's that, you say…?
You want me to come with you?
Why should I? Why should I believe you?
Why should I follow you…after all you've done to me?
You've taken my Pops away.
You've taken my Momma away.
You've taken my Jan away.
You've taken everything and everyone that meant something to me, so why should I…
……
Yes…I want answers…
Yes…I want to know…
Why me?
Who am I?
What am I?
……
OK…
I'll go…
For the sake of the truth…
I'll go…
Show me what you got.
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