The Diary of the Grim Reaper p.t 1

I saw a little boy drown today.

He stood too close to the edge of the river.

He took too many steps.

He thought it would be okay to sit down,

Dipping his feet in the gentle stream.

He decided to wade in waist deep.

He slipped on a too slick stone.

He started flailing, splashing, thrashing...

I saw that little boy start to drown.

I saw the horror in his eyes.

I felt the water rush deep into his lungs.

I know the grief of a life lost to youthful ignorance.

Today, the little boy...

Tomorrow, merely another unfortunate demise.

A

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18 years old

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