It was 8:36pm, mom had already said dinner was ready, but I needed to think. Just minutes before she had walked in, I'd been looking at autopsy photos for celebrity deaths. Marilyn Monroe was naked. Chris Farley was shirtless. Sharon Tate was cut up so bad. Paul Walker was burnt so bad, he was screaming as he was being burnt alive. It was sad, I kept heavily breathing. It made me feel so sick. Amy Winehouse laid on the floor next to a Minnie Mouse bag. Kurt Cobain blew out his brains and his shirt raised a little as he did. JFK brains dropped low from his skull. It made me so sad. Marilyn was too pretty. Chris was too funny. Sharon was too pregnant. Paul was too young. Amy was too talented. Kurt was too caring.
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Suncrest Court
Non-Fiction"I'd rather be hated for who I am, then loved for who I'm not." -Kurt Cobain
