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Keep in my mind, I was not in my best times when i wrote this.

The was a man named Ken, who dreamed of one day making it big. He played his guitar for hours on end and wrote songs an poems so passionate, it could make a staue cry. One day, He felt that no one in his family loved him. He say how they lloked at him and always sensed the lies they told him, espically when they said they loved him. So, he gathered some money and faked his own death. He made sure it was a spectual and was featured in at least three world wide news stations, but nothing. He went is disguise and spied on his family and saw something that would make any man weep. They insulting him, speaking of such cruel things about him, he thought he was dreaming. He didn't know what to do. So he turn to his closest friends and found the same situation. Everyone he ever knew, was now laughing and making snide remarks about him. No one cried or showed that they even cared about him. What hurt most, was when he heard his dad say "I hope that little bastrd left us some money. He may have been useless in life, but he can at least be useful to us in death." His family laughed at this, like it was the funniest thing that was ever said. Ken, soon lost hoped in everyone and went to his grave. He made it so, that the funeral would be the next day, and he would pop out of the coffin and surprise everyone but now.....He entered into the coffin, closed the led and shot himself in the head. No one seemed to noticed the hole in the coffin as it was buried. They were all waitng to go to the will hearing to see what they got. To there dismay, Ken left them nothing and sent his fortune ans prized pocessions to people he knew through chat rooms. One year past, and his grae was forgotten. Then, out of nowhere...I a beautiful young blond girl came and set a rose on his grave and cried. Soon, more people showed. Some dressed in the most dark outfits imagined, and other is simple suits that still demanded respect. The small group of less then twenty gathered around the tattered grave and cried over him. These were the one that loved him, and they never met him in real life. Tey only knew him through cyber chats, and through his music he posted on his web page. They all stood there for hours over his grave crying, wondering why he didn't/ The beautiful blonde girl rubbed some weeds off his grave to reveal his quote that was only recently noticed. It said, "Though I may be gone, and shall never returned, I hold no regrets. i am loved and have loved. That's all I ever wanted and needed." They still cried but found some solice is his worlds. Every year they came back, bt there numbers grew. Every year, more and more people heard of Ken, his words, and his music. They gathered and gatered till they're numbers were so huge that everyone else thought they were visting a dead rock star. His family never revisted his grave, so they never knew. But Ken knew, now for the first time he was loved. And that's all we ever needed.