Michael
People loved him, but his smiles were vein. he was always happy, his joy silenced the pain. People would praise him, yet when alone he'd cry. Smiling in public, desperately wanting to die. These people were clueless, that his pain was real. hiding his heart, pain was all he could feel. Its times like this, the people would pray. asking our God in heaven, why he died that day. The people ignored him, but at least now they can see... that taking his own life, had made us believe. (His smiles, silenced the pain...) Michael, I'm sorry. This is Dedicated to a close friend of mine, who committed suicide when he was only 15. I love you Michael. we all miss you so much. Please Rest In Peace.
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fingerling
There is a lot to tell, so i will tell through my work. Cheers.
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