A friend of mine that I went to High School with killed himself a couple weeks ago.
There was nothing anyone could have done to help him; I say that in truth.
He was 53.
He was an apartment dweller that had a fondness for cats and thought Winnie the Pooh was great.
He taught people how to speak English; until he lost his job...
He had no children. He had no life. He had no future.
He died for nothing
no cause
he has my prayer
but no pity
he chose
wrong
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