there is blood on the floor.
you look at this man on the floor and wonder what happen.
the public only knows so much,
yet they knew so much about him.
the way he talked, walked, and though.
yet time and time again he was ignored.
and then one day,
he was no more.
just another person in the morgue.
with parents questioning what happen.
and friends mouring a
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