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Nov 2015
He sits in his chair with the gun in his hand,
whisky in the other.
Lived a troubled and disturbing life,
abandoned by his mother.
Ex took his kids and half his money,
laughed in his face, then walked away.
Now he sits alone, nobody to talk to,
his rage and hopelessness consuming his day.
The nameless man will die tonight,
while we sit and ignore his plight.
Written by
Charlie  27/M/England
(27/M/England)   
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     ryn, chuckae and rootsbudsflowers
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