A good man died today by vaggabondd

Writers • People • posted on Aug 27, 2006

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I am writing I am flying I am living I am dieing I have soared to new heights I have sunken to new lows I have seen cowards live And brave men die I ask myself why? Who decides this life Are we puppets Do we have our own minds Sometimes Rarely I think I know Occasionally things just make since But then there

Comments (4)

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vaggabondd

12:59PM | Sun, 27 August 2006

A friend of mine took his life a few days ago. He was 56, a father a husband and a very kind soul. I don't know what misery was trapped in his head that made him do what he did but I believe with all of my heart that anyone who was as kind of a soul as he was has to be in a better place.

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heartnsoul

1:22PM | Sun, 27 August 2006

So deeply introspective, yet it reads with nerve endings exposed! My thoughts before I read your comment. My heart goes out to you and your friends family. It is so difficult for those of us left behind to make sense of suicide. It just further drives home that for all we know, we don't know. Please know my prayers are with you. ~Michelle~

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TallPockets

2:53AM | Mon, 28 August 2006

Such a sad, but superbly written piece. Methinks we all deal with 'torments' of life in each our own ways? Some drink, some do drugs, some eat, some try to ignore their problems away while others attempt to buy material things to feel better. I think, also sadly, there are MANY who walk this earth who are 'dying' each day in various ways. I'm not sure, from my humble perspective, which is actually worse? Dying as in above or dying while living? SIGH. Your writings always seem to 'speak' to the 'human' in us all. PEACE to you and yours, KIND SOUL. TallPockets/brian.