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Aug 2017
There was once a little boy.
His family treated him like  a toy.
None of his friends liked him, though he was fine being alone.
They wouldn't let him be and they wouldn't let him sleep.
They laughed at everything he did.
He searched high and low for that gun.
He thought "the world has had their fun."
He put a bullet in his head, and he was fine with being dead.
Written by
Nyk  FTM/Toledo
(FTM/Toledo)   
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