jack

his name was jack

i never knew jack

no one did

he was quiet 

he was homeless 

he came from a broken family

he found others to take their place

 

a bad crowd

in a bad place 

he learned how to fight 

he learned how to be a man

 

his first fight landed him in juve

and his second, in prison

 

i dont know where he is now

but i just wish i had started 

a conversation 

maybe all he needed

was a friend

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