I surveyed the scene with pride
We gotta win that fight tonight
It was important to me
He was okay
He had never been a coward
That was all he ever wanted
Suddenly I realized something
I was scared
Sweat ran down my face and back, and I was trembling
He was nervous
He started out bad and got worse
His face contracted with agony
I couldn't make a sound
I was trembling, and it wasn't all from cold
I'm dying
A panic was rising in me
This can't be happening
I'm scared
He'd think I was soft
It would kill him
I didn't mind dying now
You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want
There's still lots of good in the world
Then we all froze
It was scary quiet
We're too late
He's dead already
Already it was an unreal dream
You don't get used to the idea he's died just one night
I killed him
Found Poem, made with words from The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
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