S- Sid was dying, the cuts, killing him so slowly
A- Alone in his room, razors hidden on his shelf
D- Disbelief when he saw she didn't leave
I- Innocent was the young heart she gave him to keep
S- Seairra was a broken like a pieced together doll
T- To Tortured to let go, she guarded his soul
I- Illness in the stillness that now haunts their bedrooms
C- Children dying for children, not speaking of their love
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I don't know what to make of this. There is a dynamic energy in your words, which might appear shallow at first, but soon reveal much depth.