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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here, is a boy that wandered astray, He went for a walk and got lost on the way, He tried to find home, wherever that is, He tried to find comfort that he could call his, He walked through the woods and past the oak trees, He followed the rivers and the warm summer breeze, He came to a house that was rotting away, He said to himself “Here’s where I’ll stay”. He was going to sleep when he herd a dull scream, He didn’t think much, he thought it was a dream. He woke in the morning tied to the bed, Before him was a man, who was sick in the head, The man was curious as to what this boy was named, When asked, “Harp” is the name the boy Claimed, The man looked at Harp and quietly said, My name is Randal, and soon you’ll be dead, Randal began to inflict horrible pain, He watched this boy bleed and didn’t refrain. After weeks of torture and equal unrest, The boy named Harp made his final request, He looked at the man that had tore him apart, And said “Kill me please, and save my young heart.” The man looked at Harp with tears in his eyes, He said “sorry my boy. Now you shall die”, After this man had ended Harp’s pain, He left the boys corps to rot in the rain. I guess in the end it was all meant to be, For death was the way to make this boy see, He was better off dead because now he cant feel, Feel the pain he once wished wasn’t real. He was just a boy with a loving heart, The story of his life, the boy named Harp.
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