I know a kid, That lived a sad life. Put an end to himself, But using a knife. He had no family, He was abandoned at birth. Lived life by himself, exploring the earth. He would try to make friends, But he was always turned down. He lived in a cardboard box, In an alley downtown. He would beg for monney, To get some food. But it was mostly thugs and rivals, Livin in his hood. He would cry every night, Before he fell asleep. He realized how lonely he was, So he sat down and weeped. So finally decided, To committ suicide. Cuz his heart was empty, With no one by his side. He was gone for good, But nobody did care. He gave love to the world, But the world didn't spare. So you see my friends, We should help the lonely. You may make a difference, You may be their one and only.Birth sign: Cancer
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