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Apr 2011
He got up in the morning.
He was happy.
He was loved.
He lived.

He got up in the morning.
He was still happy.
Then his mom yelled, and he felt less loved.
He lived.

He got up the next morning, but it took a while.
He was sad because they are no longer friends.
Then his dad yelled, and he felt unloved.
He lived.

He woke up the morning after,
And he wasn't happy. He wasn't sad.
His parents never yelled, but he still wasn't loved.
He was barely living.

He never woke up the next morning.
He wasn't happy, but he was no longer in pain.
His parents cried, and he felt loved.
He is gone, but in ways he is now living.
Written by
Kelsie Cameron
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   Nicholas Holmes
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