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Angel, was always nice. to every one, any shape or size. He was always confused, why everyone hated him. You see, Angel was gay. But his b/f loved him with all his heart. Lee, Lee was his everything. He was Angels hopes, dreams, wishes come true. All he wanted was to love him, just for a little longer. All he wants now is to hold him, just for a awhile. You see, Angel and Lee, were walking home one night from a romantic dinner, holding hands, talking about what color there house was going to be. All of a sudden, Angel heard two gun shots and Lee went down. As Lee lost blood, Angel held his had, calling for help.

Angel, with a tear in his eye, looks down at the grave, Lee's grave. Where forever he will rest in peace.




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On Tuesday July 6th, 2004, Twilight (2084) writes:
holy shit...that was sad as hell.


On Monday May 31st, 2004, Johny_D_Lewis (603) writes:
sad that people can't leave other people alone to live their lives


On Saturday January 31st, 2004, Rebel_Angel (401) writes:
I liked this, it was a story almost. People are so mean to others that are different but like I said different isn't always bad, when will people realize this?!


On Wednesday January 28th, 2004, Drea (917) writes:
nice write..welcome to DP


On Wednesday January 28th, 2004, Blacken_Heart (22) writes:
Yea thanx.


On Wednesday January 28th, 2004, Solace (1401) writes:
And a dislike for anything different, anything less symmetrical in the world... Sorry for the philosophical mood but i'm in it and you must suffer it :)


On Wednesday January 28th, 2004, Solace (1401) writes:
The poem is a tragic one, in story free form, it is touching in the sense that it brings up the bile in me and enhances my hate for this place that nurses inequality and tyranny... There is no freedom, only opression to a lesser degree...


On Wednesday January 28th, 2004, Solace (1401) writes:
Your description of yourself enthralled me... Perhaps sometime you could enlighten me as to the philosophy of this disbelief in reality... Just because you don't believe in pain does it hurt any less?



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