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| A YOUNG BOY ON HIS ELEVENTH BIRTHDAY Somewhere out there, a chid is crying, the hope in his heart is no longer inspiring!! His mother and father, argueing everyday, never do they stop, to see if he's o.k. An intelligent boy, is what his teachers said, very smart, with bright idea's in his head. But they don't see the bruises, thats on his arm, he never shows his pain, he always stays calm. School finally finishes, and every kid goes home, but he takes a walk to the park, and sits on his own. Rain starts to fall, flowing from the sky, hiding the tears, thats dropping from his eye's. Looking forwaard to tomorrow, cause that's when it will end. No longer will he have to act, or even pretend. He walks back home, and looks at his father and mother, but they're to busy, argueing with each other. He takes several pills, that cause a slight pain in his head, he smiles a smile, and finally lays down on his bed. This was a boy, who was good as gold, who sadly died at eleven years old!! |
| A POEM FROM ME TO YOU.... |
| A YOUNG BOY ON HIS ELEVENTH BIRTHDAY |
| LIve, Smile and Be Happy, (Thats's me) |
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| LIve, Smile and Be Happy, (Thats's me) |
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