Inspiration

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This is a poem that I wrote that sort of inspired this story. They're not exact,  but I just thought I would share with y'all. This poem is contained within my poem book, Teenage Waste, and if anyone wants to check out my other poetry you could go there, or to my second poem book, Catching Feelings.

Thanks for reading. This was the first story I ever wrote, and it took a lot of editing for it to resemble something that I could be proud of. 

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Victims

You see that boy

in the corner of the room?

Who everyone looks down upon

because all they ever do is

assume.

His shoes are worn and

he never buys food.

He’s avoided in the halls because

his attitude is

rude.

Mysterious bruises just

appear

along his arms.

Has anyone ever thought that he 

might be in harm?

His home isn’t a haven -

he’d rather be dead -

a father with a heavy hand &

eyes tinted red. 

A stoic expression counting

down the days.

Hoping his grades will get him

far away.

A gun in his pocket

just in case. 

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