There was a boy who used to draw.
He used to play the piano.
He used to design & own a personal homepage.
He used to roller-blade.
He used to go jogging.
He used to see a lot of people.
Through no one's fault came the time of adulthood where he became responsible for his own future.
He does not play the piano anymore.
He does not own a personal homepage where his close friends would visit frequently.
He does not roller-blade or jog anymore.
He does not see most of his close friends save one or two. But he has a girl friend who loves him very much.
Then one beautiful day, he starts thinking; Ah... I'm guilty of killing myself.. I am no more.
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