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At the beginning,
all you hear are gulls crying,
torture coming from the corner of your eye.
But you can’t do anything,
nothing but suffer as well. 
Days go well;
well in of to have some fun,
with some friends,
especially in curtain days,
but today it wasn’t that some fun day,
with some friends.
Today,
as it was told in my dreams,
a great tragic was to happened,
the pain in my mind was the thought that it actually happened,
the death of Larry King.
As I felt the shock waves of those three bullets hit my head,
as the actual bullets hit Mr. King’s head.
I saw a child, a child with black dead eyes,
the same eyes I had,
when I had no friends.
He turned up in front of everyone here at EO Green.
The student,
the staff,
the teachers,
even the principles,
but no one ever tried to notice the small lonely child.
Not even me.
As he left to go to this so called ‘heaven’
the child reminded me of someone,
the child reminded me of me.