"The Life of Tim" by Scarabyte

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Once there was a man named Tim. He was hated by all, including his ball, and even his mother, too. He grew upon alone with a stick and a stone. Upon which he drew a clue.
One day Tim gave up on himself, dropping a lot of rhymes, he stopped being good and

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lived in the hood, he started a life of crime. Tim lived very well robbing banks and they fell, leaving him with a home. Then a man came to him and gave him a tan, telling him to die alone.

Tim took up his arms, rifle in hand and aimed it well in tune.

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And then within a moment.. Tims head had splattered the room.