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That short story is about somebody's life
and about a boy who's playing with a kitchen knife
the boy writing this poem thought
that his strange "feel" about this world is wrong.


Years were passing through
he knew they didn't bring nothing good
mentioned kid sat next to his front door
and then he thought about that "feel" once more:


I guess i'm dead inside
pretending like i were alive
fuck this i think im gonna leave
but this force is against my will


One day he searched for help
"maybe there's an advice someone can lend"
that kid who you were laughing at
was struggling with depression, doesn't make it sad?


All he wanted to do
was to stop being others tool
but to play with his own friends
..now it makes no sense


They told him "don't worry, it's okay
just do not think about  this way
it is sunny day outside" the boy kept it in his mind (he probably didn't even know why)
he left his home but all he wanted was to meet people on the other side


I can't do this not anymore
i kept holding with no results
while this power's crushin me inside
i should do it now and wait for die


He did it. he found a tree and took a rope
as he thought "there was no hope"
the short story about a boy who met very brutal doom
and years once again are passing through..