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The Fallen

Does anyone care what he has done

The news just needs a story

He has never known love

He has no family

We drive by the burnt down house

His ashes merged with the old memories

The memories he used to know

No one knew what was going on

Knew what was in his head

No one ever listened

The little girl down the street

That would give him his paper every week

An exchange of hellos once

Is the closes thing to a relationship he has had

Driving by that old burnt down house

I think about what life he could have lived

The news got their story the story of the old man

Who fell with his house

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Written by
katelyn
American
Published
Dec 27, 2010
Lines·Words
18·120
Notes

A few weeks ago a man in my neighborhood burnt down his house with him in it. I dont know why but it is just really interesting to me.

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