Unfulfilled dreams (Poetry)

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"I wanna be a police man when I grow up." The boy whispers to himself, knowing his dreams would never come true.

"I wanna be good at school," The boy whispers to himself, his wishes slowly turning blue.

"I want to be useful," The boy whispers to himself, his eyes filling with rue.

"I want my suffering to end," The boy whispers to himself one last time.

He pulls the trigger, convinced that he was alone,

and became something new.