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Jul 2018
I came home to a horrific sight.
Blood everywhere, my screams filled the night.
A note beside the body, it was a suicide,
My stomach drops, his eyes opened wide.

I Should’ve saw this coming, I knew his smile was a Lie.
I always heard his fake laughs, but I kept letting them slide.
The guilt washes over me, it’s all my fault...
i should’ve known that he was having trouble, that it was difficult.

But now... he’s dead.
And all we can do is feel the dread.
We can take on the sorrow,
There’s always a better tomorrow.
It’s going to be Grim,

But we must stand strong for Him.
But sadly... His casket will soon be sealed.

And i’m in the back.
Not a single tear,
My mind has been obscured.
I’m not crazy at all, I don’t need a cure.
But what I do know, is that time won’t Heal.

I’m broken now.
I don’t know what to feel.
If you ever need help, please talk to a professional or call the Suicide Hotline:
1-800-273-8255
Maybe even a friend can help you, but please do not Commit Suicide. People do love you, people will be there for you, and people will miss you.
Please look at the bigger picture and understand that you will be a missing puzzle piece in people’s lives. People may follow your footsteps. Please, Please, Please. Stay.
Retro
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Retro  18/The Void
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     Rick the shoe shine boy, --- and Retro
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