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A life uninhabited by the suicide soul life ground him down and took its toll once a fruitful hardworking life endured grandeur created from dreams obscured  Being an Entrepreneur creating millionaire lifestyle every year that past money making was futile The fairground life was all that he had known  a place for amusement a place where he'd grown betrayed by his peers sold out now insubstantial business driven only means to survive were financial  life meaningless with all accomplishment now worthless a requirement to living had now become surplused esculating worry of money, health decreasing only one outcome, a need to end it increasing showing a deceptive facade to all he was fine April 5th was the date to end a 50 year lifetime accompanied by whiskey, gun and a Dictaphone he recorded drunken passages of time all alone He had drove and drove to his final destination a desolate place for the act and no hesitation pulled out a double barreled shot gun, lay on the bank with a one shot to the head where the bullet sank.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
The suicide soul
A life uninhabited by the suicide soul life ground him down and took its toll once a fruitful hardworking life endured grandeur created from dreams obscured  Being an Entrepreneur creating millionaire lifestyle every year that past money making was futile The fairground life was all that he had known  a place for amusement a place where he'd grown betrayed by his peers sold out now insubstantial business driven only means to survive were financial  life meaningless with all accomplishment now worthless a requirement to living had now become surplused esculating worry of money, health decreasing only one outcome, a need to end it increasing showing a deceptive facade to all he was fine April 5th was the date to end a 50 year lifetime accompanied by whiskey, gun and a Dictaphone he recorded drunken passages of time all alone He had drove and drove to his final destination a desolate place for the act and no hesitation pulled out a double barreled shot gun, lay on the bank with a one shot to the head where the bullet sank.
My dad committed suicide in 2000 this inspired this write.
#suicide#loss
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cloubay
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
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