Suddenly he said to me."Could murder some fried chicken.."

It took all my emotionality to convince him, that life,his life,had meaning.      
I'm not sure if I believe this though.      
But I had to say something.      
It was a long,long way down.      
I shouldn't have volunteered to be the guy who helped this boy out.      
Anyway,he didn't believe me.      
I'm not being funny    
but,why did he grab my legs.      
I nearly shit myself.      
He nearly took me with him.      
Sad fuck      
Jesus won't forgive him.  
Does God exist.      
Or did we make him up?      
What do we tell the next generation.      
I'm sure this boy followed me home.      
Help us dear God.      
When you have the time.      
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