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he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive. and he had problems, issues, scars, and monsters in his head. and these monsters tried consuming him, devouring him, and taking him, taking him to the other side. but no matter how many, cuts, scars, tears... he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive.
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
Alive
he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive. and he had problems, issues, scars, and monsters in his head. and these monsters tried consuming him, devouring him, and taking him, taking him to the other side. but no matter how many, cuts, scars, tears... he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive.
By D.V.E
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Australian
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
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