You've never read anything I've ever written, probably. Maybe you were one of my teachers, or someone that browses poetry web sites, or maybe you were someone who picked up one of the high school newspapers? Maybe then you have read a part of me; but this time it'll be different, and you'll still not know who I am.
A man I had known since I was a child died recently. I found this out eavesdropping; apparently there were many people that didn't really know him. I grew up around his family since they were neighbors of a relative. I don't have many memories of him from when I was younger but one from a few months ago. I remember laughing at something he had said; I liked him, he was just one of those guys. Who knew that even then there was probably something fighting him. I had heard the babbling gossip of what his family were going through and I knew things were sore with them, but they were getting better. This past week he knew his end was coming; I wonder if anyone else knew it too? I don't know if you can end it with dignity but I know he didn't need the speculation from everyone around. Before I knew it was him I had laughed a bit at the idea of someone doing what the news had just reported. I knew something in this "unidentified" persons life had to not be going right for them to do what they did. Then I found out it was him, a man I knew. A man I knew of.
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