A year and a half ago a 14 year old boy with a future ahead of him, blew himself up. My school was so torn up about it that people were crying and wailing during class. He was very well liked, had a lot of friends. They decorated his locker with things they thought he would like. But it was our last year at that school before we moved to a new one. Once we had moved schools its like the entire population put on a coat. They forgot about him. They suppressed any memory they had of him and said to the world, "Who's Archie?". They stopped telling good stories about him, they forgot him because it hurt. But pain should never be the reason you give up on a friend. An apethetic soul took place of crying faces and hurting hearts.
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The Faults of Life
SonstigesJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
