Saturday, April 22, 2006

Poetic Obituaries: In a poem titled, "Life is

what you make it," he [Edward Hill Jr.] wrote, "All my bridges lie in rubble, I'm crushed from all my trouble. I'm begging for some help, and I'm screaming for a shovel. But my problems seem to double and my hope begins to die. I'm looking for the truth, but I'm living in a lie. I hate this other guy."

from The Martha's Vineyard Times: 26-year-old jail inmate hangs himself in cell

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