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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>the poor rich boy named Al</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you say, you pity him, he has everything<br>and today, he commits the greatest blunder of living<br>killing himself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">did he leave a note? did he call you before he took his last breath? <br>he didn't<br>he wants to die a silent death, one that can be mistaken as a</div><div style="margin:10px 0">happy death, goodbye, pretty world, <br>i am finally leaving you <br>no problems</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes i may get you wrong pitying the poor little rich boy<br>who had everything<br>and who despite everything he has, , , , this everything, these all these<br>all these that you want to have but couldn't have any<br>cars, boats, diversified business, real estate, <br>cruises, money, money and more money<br>buying happiness here and there<br>only to find that <br>he is finally lost and cannot find his way back home<br>to himself<br>finding the emptiness of a mother who dies<br>more recently, because of extreme loneliness<br>amidst the crowd, the socializing and the <br>loud music of not belonging to anything<br>to anyone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he still kills himself, and you <br>feel this kind of pity, this wastage of human resource, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are thinking and you have this line of thinking<br>that those who died by killing themselves are a waste<br>an epitome of unhappiness<br>bizarre, a sadness galore, unexplainable</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i disagree, they are happier, and have chosen the smooth path<br>of laying their lives with their own hands in the altar of <br>the gods of early, handy, packaged death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i wonder if you feel the guilt of them thinking<br>i am taking this life, and it is none of your business, <br>damn, damn, this empty space is now reserved for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because, who knows, you may be next, my dear jeannie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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and today, he commits the greatest blunder of living
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did he leave a note? did he call you before he took his last breath? 
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he wants to die a silent death, one that can be mistaken..."></div>
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