Juan. You went to my middle school. I never knew you, when I was asked if I knew you.. I said "never heard of him." The people on the school news announced that you died. There were tears sheds and sad faces. The school choir performed a song dedicated to you. Everyone cared. But it wasn't long before nobody didn't anymore. The R.I.P's on your social media slowly started to fade away. I wonder if your social media accounts are still up. I wonder how many people still remember your last name, in a few years I won't even remember your first. When I was told you died, I tried to be sad but I couldn't. The front page of the newspaper doesn't stay the same forever. Nobody cares about the R.I.P's. All anyone wants to know is what it bloody, did he suffer, what did his family say, who found out first? Kids have a sad way of mourning don't they? Juan.. I don't even know your last name, never the less the color of your eyes or your hair or even your skin. But when my friend said you died, I said I'm sorry.
This piece was inspired by Ollie Schmikey
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