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| Part 3: Sad Eyez | | Part 3: Sad Eyez |
He wakes up, to a rain soaked afternoon, been asleep for three days, locked up in his room. He wonders if he'll ever find the strength to die; Searches and cries for courage he can't find. The screams are getting louder from down the hall, he can hear the glass break up against the wall; When it's over, he'll reach for the bits and shards, the jagged little pieces to scrape at his arms...
Growing up, he never had friends at all, he used to stare at the phone hoping someone would call. He'd count the hours til' bed and pray for lucid dreaming, to escape from a house where the filth was teeming. No plates, no dishes, no food in the fridge. No life, no love, no reason to live. And school was the worst, he was always in fights; He used to stay up nights and plot revenge on...[read more] | | |
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