life sucks the boy says as he drives away from his home, I could just pull the wheel and it would end . I'm sorry mom, sisters, every one
I feel like it's my fault that I'm such a failure. for am I not the cause of pain. life could end tomorrow and it's all the same I guess it's time for me to die. he pulls out his gun and shoots himself. I love you all good bye. he says before he dies.
so I've ran out of ideas and I don't have anymore will to write and life is just getting harder and harder to deal with so I may go completely silent for a while I'm sorry
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Creepy Little Poems For Night
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