He was laying there again..Listening to the music his parents scoffed at. Smoking the s**t most people grabbed at.. reaching for something thats remotely close to help..and sleeping peacefully when all you heard was the click clack of the empty shell. Where he dreams, nobody will ever know..Of what he dreamed was a hell that was not his home........................................He reached out and came back with a gun in his hand..Thanks for caring enough to make sure it was loaded.
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