school, was where he wanted to be less,
Today he was knocked down again
and wished so much that ends there.
home, was the only place he felt good,
but knew I could not count on help,
because when it happened, it is more difficult.
Every time slept, wished it was forever.
walking head down,
and every time I looked at the sky wondering:
this can not be the end?
The first time gave flowers
was not for a girl, and enjoyed one,
was to put over the coffin of his mother.
Time flew,
school ended, she kept all the good memories and a few thing have in a glass box.
life surprised him, is now in a place
he never dreamed, perhaps never get them.
Now people who knew him,
wish both to have been his friends,
or at least shake his hand
this still may not be the end...
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