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He was the light of our lives.
Very popular in school.
Handled things with
grace and humor.
He had a wisdom that was intimidating.
He had the looks
of a model and the personality
of a Saturday Night Live character.
Early
that morning he left a party and drove
his Plymouth to wooded area.
Then
he took a 12 gauge shotgun.
Placed the barrel under his chin and
squeesed
the trigger.
He wondered if he killed himself, who would care
then he
broke down in tears.
He walked into a pawnshop nearby his home
and
purchased the instrument of his death.
"He hated guns" one clue to
darker state of mind.
Beneath a shining grace, a secret anguish
