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Jun 2016
Would you be sad if I died right now?
Would you come to my service?
Feel anything past yourselfness?
Give my family your condolences?

What would you say?
Would it be:
"We come here to observe the death of a boy quite strange, with no real friends,
whose presence will soon be forgotten?"
Or nothing at all?

I thought the answer was obvious.
But,
obviously,
I was wrong.

Am I wrong?
Fake people never prosper in the real world. If you've dealt with this, know you're not alone.
Joseph Raul Ornelas
Written by
Joseph Raul Ornelas  Dallas
(Dallas)   
459
   GaryFairy and SPT
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