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Jan 2014
He was scared to face the world alone on his own

Mistreated often, so he had thoughts of putting his life to ends

Mentally he was abandoned by the imaginary family he had

They left because they were tired of his sentimental feelings

His real family died a few years back and he was left with nothing

Sorrow chased him and caught up to him everywhere he went

He made imaginary people to keep sane

His life was a story, he was the writer

His life was a movie, he was the director

His life was a government, he was the dictator

His anger grew out towards the world

Emptiness filled his mind

Many years of suffering built up 

He was at the tip of the cliff, his toes at the edge

Known for a ******* ******

Loved writing and imagining scenarios

Imagined a dark world, where he ruled it

Many books written on it in his mind

People dying, babies burning, glory to him

Known as the Antichrist

Gods child, Lucifers puppet
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
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