The death of Harold Cunningham

The death of Harold Cunningham

A Story by bablioe223
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A guy's diary of thee murder of his best friend, in the postmodern world.

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        July, 5th 2023,
   My best friend was dead. Ironic he always said he wanted to be dead. I was sad, but i could bear through it. He was a good man, he just hated his life. I wouldn't blame him. He spent all his life taking care of someone who couldn't care less if he was dead or alive. It was saddening you know sitting there in his house being yelled at in the house he paid for. That's why she killed him, to take his home. 

   His wife had a mental breakdown and yelled at Harold all the time. Sydney, Sydney Cunningham. She was evil. So she killed him, I am the only one who knows. Who cares if they come for me. I want my friend to be happy as he rest in peace. 

© 2013 bablioe223


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Added on July 4, 2013
Last Updated on July 6, 2013
Tags: Death, sadness, diary, love, hatred

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bablioe223
bablioe223

Cleveland, OH



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I like Writing and drawing. I love to sing. I have like 5 friends ( because the other ones are fake as ever)! I am ten years old ( and many people see that but when i begin to talk they are like dang .. more..

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