When he turned eight
He wrote his first story.
It was about a handsome knight
And a beautiful princess
Who overcame the evil dragon
And lived happily ever after.
He called it "The Brave Knight"
His mother was so proud
She gave him a big hug
And put the story in a special folder.
He took it to his dad in his study
And his dad laughed with pride
And told him to keep writing.
He couldn't stop smiling
For the rest of the day
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When he turned ten
He wrote a new story
It was about a brave captain
And a beautiful empress
Who overcame the wicked aliens
And lived happily ever after
He called it "The Courageous Captain."
His mother was so proud
And told him to write about reality
But she still put it in the special folder
He took it to his dad in his bed
He was too sick to laugh
But his dad still smiled
And told him to keep writing.
He didn't stop smiling
Until he heard the ambulance.
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When he turned twelve
He wrote his next story
It was about a brave boy
And his loving father
Who overcame the vile cancer
And lived happily ever after
He called it "The Saved Father."
His mother was so proud
And she burst into tears
Weeping as she put it in the special folder.
He took it to his dad in the hospital
He was too sick to even smile
But his dad told him to keep writing
He even managed to smile
As he kissed his dad goodbye.
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When he turned fourteen
He wrote another story
It was about a boy
And his depressed mother
Who overcame her sadness
And they lived happily ever after
He called it "My Hope."
His mother rolled her eyes
And told him they were being evicted
He had to put it in the special folder by himself
He took it to his father
And put it on his grave
And vowed to keep writing
He didn't smile
For the entire day
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When he turned sixteen
He wrote a new story
About a boy
All by himself
Who overcame damn society
And lived happily ever after
He called it "The Last Wish"
His mother crumpled it up
And said "go get the fucking groceries"
The special folder got lost when they moved
He wanted to take it to his father
But he didn't have enough gas
So he prayed to keep writing.
He hadn't smiled
For over a week
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When he turned 18
He wrote one last story
About a boy
That failed at every fucking thing
Who couldn't overcome shit
And who put a bullet in his brain
He called it "Happily Ever After"
His mother was too damn drunk to read
And threw a bottle at his head
He wished he had found that special folder.
He looked at the photo of his dad
When his dad was still alive
And screamed at it "Fuck writing!"
And he sobbed with pain
As he pulled the trigger.