[ The words are sour. Bitter, really. An admission that there is something she wants, but nothing from him. He can't give her back a life that was bereft of love, a childhood that wasn't cut short. There are too many things wrong and too many things she wants for him to give to her.
It isn't like snapping your fingers. There is no easy fix.]
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[ The words are sour. Bitter, really. An admission that there is something she wants, but nothing from him. He can't give her back a life that was bereft of love, a childhood that wasn't cut short. There are too many things wrong and too many things she wants for him to give to her.
It isn't like snapping your fingers. There is no easy fix.]