There was a boy who laid in bed,
He had all these thoughts in his head,
Outside the river flowed,
Black like a gravel road.
Out in the night,
Cold and out of sight.
The bridge began to shake,
Feeling like an earthquake.
He tried to run,
But that would ruin the fun.
He fell in,
Where his life met an end.
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English Stories
RandomThese are things I have written in English classes. I want to get rid of the papers but keep the stories so this is where I'm putting them.
