The was boy

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There once was a boy

he was sixteen.


He drank,

a lot.


He drank 

because it helped him forget.


Helped him forget

what they said to him.


Helped him forget 

what they did to him.


But one day the drinks ran out

and he was left to suffer.


There once a boy

he was sixteen.


He held a gun to his chin

and he pulled the trigger.

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