A boy woke up one day,
Hating the world so much,
That he hated living,
So he got dressed,
Then grabbed his dad's rifle,
Telling his girlfriend that,
There was no sence of,
Living the life he was living,
His girlfiend cried,
Cuz she didn't want her,
True love to die,
Then he pulled the trigger,
And fell into a deep sleep,
For the rest of his life.
Written By,
Teresa Little
Reason for writing:
Robby Northam told me he wanted to die, so I scared him.
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