the guns sounded loudly over the coffin of the president and as we stood in the rain i kept my head down and let the rain disguise my tears i put my arm around jimmy jim's went around jesse and as we watched our commander in chief being laid to rest we turn and walk away, sadness in all our hearts but it wasn't the president of the u.s we were crying over it was the president of our club the weepin we did was for selfish reasons reasons we would never admit we all loved him and our reasoning for crying was shit and we cried as we marched on in the rain down to the gravesite to listen to the reverend as he began to recite ashes to ashes dust to dust we are gathered here today to observe the passing of (our presiden't name) and i was angered why we were the only people there and jimmy began to cry harder and i just wanted to know did his family care? did god care that he was gay?? is my friend in heaven...or hell?Birth sign: Aries
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