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I Don't Like Fanfiction

I find myself amidst a hollow tale,
An altered version of what a film said.
Where the one who turns cold and pale
Is no longer dead.

He leaves his dream of acting behind,
Becoming a dutiful son.
Yet the only thing to cross his mind,
Is the face of a lost loved one.

He was supposed to be alive.
Yet in this story,
He's learned only to survive.

In his last days,
He lived.
The role he plays,
Does what none else did.

Sure his loved ones mourn,
But why should he?
His heart was torn,
And he couldn't make them see.

His parents cry.
They blame his inspiration.
His friends didn't want him to die,
For he was their source of elation.

The story does not do the film justice.
It doesn't even compare.
For he shouldn't have to miss
A chance for his love to be shared.

So he dies,
Dies of suicide.
His friend cries,
Prays that their worlds
Will once again collide.

And that's how it should be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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