ShortStory

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    Alittle boy, roaming around and around.
    Care-free, Loved by many. plays around.
    Years pass, Fears rise.
    A struck of misfourtune, his mother gets cancer
    His grades look shabby
    He works everyday after school, to help pay his mother's treatment
    He spends all his life, next to his mother
    While all of the world, is sleeping,
    He is up making sure, that nothing bad gets to his mother.
    he buys her a fur coat, to make her happy.
    He studys at school, for whats healthy and cancer fighting
    He works hard to get better grades, but fails to achive much
    Years pass, Death comes,
    funerals begin, funerals end
    mourners and family, appreciate her life work
    While the little boy, started to do more work
    Dropped a few pappers, Dropped a few plates
    He stressed a job, none of his family would take them
    He cried at night, for a life he could of had
    He dropped school, worked full time
    Grew up, tired of it all.
    Started giving it all up
    until he met this one girl, who took him in home.
    Who signed legal documents for him
    who became his new mother
    Who'd love him like a new baby
    who'd try to make him happy
    and made him felt better, then a peice of paper
    He worked, finished school
    Loved to play pool
    Like he was all cool
    As if nothing had happened
    almost nothing can happen
    Like nothing seperate them
    Only for her to be shot,
    in a Rageful drive-by
    As they drove nearby
    They fired upon the place
    They fired upon the girl
    She crawled to him
    Screaming help!
    He carried her, 4 blocks, told her he'd die trying
    Paralized, she died in the ER
    the boy, back to where he was, gave up, and was tired of it all
    Tried dumb things, tried to be happy
    Failed, and ended up in the streets.
    though he tried hard, he failed
    saddly, he was passing away.
    Like birds flyin, migrated to there distination
    He closed his eyes, and awoke to a pain.
    He was bleeding, stabbed by ruthless youngings
    A life he tried to hard to get
    Taken away by society.
    He was being pet
    By a person in sorrow for the man
    All he did was smile, and told the person
    That he was sorry, he showed his mom Ciggerates.
     

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