His hands with which he wrote the poems
that he kept by his side
His guitar with which he played sweet music,
behind it he would hide
His sadness which took over him
you never realized it while
you were looking in his face
and saw his forced smile.
His eyes were deep blue
they would fill with tears
which seemed to never go away
even after many years.
Then he whispered to himself
words that cut like a knife
as he proudly held his gun
and took away his life
*the end*





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"Your right hand comes off?"
Yes leon and your the queen of england.
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SMILE
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"Screw you guys, I'm goin home"
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"Screw you guys, I'm goin home"
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"Screw you guys, I'm goin home"
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"Screw you guys, I'm goin home"