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Its a funny old suicideHe held his palms up at the heavens of his dirty ceiling as he dropped him self on his bed and began to weep. He wept with unprecented ferocity as though finally accepting he had no reason to hold back like some disillusioned dam the tears raced to his reddened cheek. "Why me?" he whimpered when he felt something in his right palm. Looking up he saw someone he hadn't seen in over a decadeIts a funny old suicide
"Hello you What happened? You were such a BRIGHT boy. Never in a million years did I or the other teachers think this is how it would end. No point lamenting, however, take this pill, eat it and I suppose al will once again be right with the wor
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Just one of those daysI am not a homophobe. Nor am I a racist. So the fact that he occasionally liked to take it up the dirt track has nothing to do with it. Nor the fact that his ancestors had once taken the long boat trip from somewhere that considers rice a staple part of a diet. In fact, the fact that he'd looked at me for a bit longer than I'd like on this chilly February evening had nothing to do with it. All it really has to do with is that I’m having a pretty shitty day and feel like nothing more than kicking two shades of shit into him.Just one of those days
He's looking down at the ground now, telling me he hasn't got a problem, that he's sorry f
by ~Blaxploitation
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