He Needs To Die, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

He feels alone so utterly alone, she left him standing there
with so many questions and not enough answers.He loved her
so much people wondered how it was possible, the more he
thinks about it the more it sounds like a good idea.So he
thinks up a plan, and he thinks to himself that he needs to
die, he needs to blow his brains out.Because life isn't
worth living anymore, in his opinion it never was.So he
thinks about her one last time, and puts the gun to his
head, and pulls the trigger, and all goes silent. 
  
Posted: 2005-10-30 16:28:08 UTC

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