No TitleA Poem by Kaspar Carrthe bullet helps so wellIts hard when you have no friends
Thats why he wanted it to end He always acted like a fool And tried to be cool But he still wasn't one of the guys So he often thought of suicide He told the world how he felt With the sound of a bullet He made the pain end Maybe they will remember him then If only he had one friend... © 2012 Kaspar CarrAuthor's Note
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Added on November 24, 2012 Last Updated on November 24, 2012 AuthorKaspar CarrAnywhere., NCAboutHello, My name is Kaspar I am 20, I live in America, I love poetry and quotes. Happily taken and in love since November 25th, 2010. Never tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footp.. more..Writing
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