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Aug 2016
A boy sat alone
with books by his side,
in between shelves
and out of the eye.

His thick glasses hung low
and his face wet with tears.
He'd spent all of high school
hidden in fear.

He always looked back
when he walked home from class
and slept with all the lights on.

He locked the door
and hid from his parents.
They yelled and they screamed.
Arguing every day
and always the boy wished
someone would take his life away.
2016-08-21
apollota
Written by
apollota  16/M/Canada
(16/M/Canada)   
477
   Blueboyfly and Rhet Toombs
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