He ventured into the wrong profession
A journalist
He wanted to make THE entrance
First impressions last
So he thought
But this was a different playing field
This was no longer his 4th year thesis
This has no time for rewrite and corrections
This ain't no dissertation
He wrote the truth unfiltered
The truth was too true
They had to look for him
A few question was what the state agents wanted
So they always say
Since that day we miss him
Was he talented?
One publication and gone
He wrote his own
Suicidal note
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