Unemployed
Unemployed His wife and son, asleep upstairs, his daughter in her room. While he sat on a kitchen chair, in deep despair and gloom. He didn't know where he could turn, he'd lost his sanity. The outlook was so futile, and full of misery. He'd lost his job one year ago, their saving's all but gone. How could he face another day, why should this life go on ? He wrote a note, then lit a match, and set the room on fire. His mind had snapped, all hope was gone, to die was his desire. What had provoked this dreadful day, the neighbors were in shock. What caused this terrible tragedy, that happened on their block?
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