January 26, 2010
By Anonymous

I met this guy,
he ask me for money
He was ugly and his voice bitter
He said “please I beg money for food”
It was strange he ask me again
His voice was loud, “please money for food”
I tried ignoring him,
yet he was following me
Saying “my good man, money for food”
I felt bad. I gave him money
After a week he was dead
I found him on the floor motionless
He died because of drugs
He died because he chose to.

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