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Diary of a Sinner
I look towards the stars and rummage through my thoughts
Listening to the breeze against the trees
I realized that I have fought
The things that let me wander free.
I remember the way kids stared at him the way they teased
They all laughed and mocked the poor boy
The fools even laughed at his soft little wheeze
They acted as if he were a little toy.
I saw his anguish and decided to give my assistance
Picked up his books and scattered papers
He later looked at me with great pain and persistence
He looked as if his heart was placed on a giant skyscraper.
We walked down the pavement to his little abode
And I finally thought his hate was put to rest
We get further down and turn to a narrow road
Then he turns around only to put a bullet in my chest.
