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Once upon a time there was a boy,
who lived in a castle atop a hill.
And his parents were his protectors,
and they loved him so much and kissed each night.
And his little sister always smiled
and the cookies were always fresh,
And his best friend made a club
of which they were joint chiefs
and every night he would pray to his God, to be an astronaut
and for a pot of gold.

Once upon a time there was a boy,
who moved to a apartment in Jersey.
And his father worked two jobs, and his mother drank a lot.
And they sighed when he asked to be tucked into bed.
And his little sister had died of cancer,
so since then the cookies were always store bought.
And the kids at school put his head in lockers
and called him bad names,
and every night he would cry to his God, and just ask for a little love and peace.


Once upon a time there was a boy,
who moved in with his girlfriend,
And he graduated top of his class,
but his father had to work for the ceremony and his mother showed up
drunk.
And he never thought about his dead little sister,
or ate cookies either.
And he dropped out of college and into drugs
and he screamed at his God and wondered, what he had done to make him so angry.


Once upon a time there was a boy,
who bought a house in Jersey,
and married his girlfriend while his parents fought over their drinks,
and his wife lost their baby girl during the birth,
And he ate cookies and bawled.
And he still did the drugs just to ease the pain
and his boss gave him a promotion for working hard
and every night he would curse his God,
and wonder if he even existed.


Once upon a time there was a boy,
whose house had burnt to the ground.
And he buried his charred and young wife
And he had no children to mourn the loss with.
And he became obese from all the cookies he ate,
and the drugs weren’t such a big deal anymore,
because he had a good job with a nice salary
even though all he ever did at work was cry and play solitaire.
And every night he would listen to Mozart,
and try to forget all about his God.


Once upon a time there was a boy,
who moved into a sanitarium,
because he set Jersey on fire,
and no one was alive to pay his bail.
And the Dr put him on a diet,
and he never ate another cookie after that,
and he got put on more drugs that just made him cry all the more,
and every night he would scream to himself,
because his God had stopped listening.


Once upon a time there was a boy,
who lay on his deathbed all alone.
And no one seemed to care, or even help.
And he thought about his dead little sister,
and how she would always eat the cookie dough before it was done
and he cried for her loss
and the drugs didn’t help the pain,
because it was just too much to be helped.
and in his final moments he sobbed to his God
and asked him to listen and hopefully forgive him,
because he had done so many bad things in his life.


Once upon a time there was a boy,
who was buried deep in the ground next to his kid sister,
and no one cried at the funeral,
but no one really expected them to anyway.
And on his gravestone they etched his name and his dates,
and one final plea to his absent God,
whom he had cried to every night.





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