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Feb 2015
You see that boy, in
the corner of the room?
He has scars on his wrists,
and on his stomach.
From trying to **** his pain
or **** himself, because he
does not even know where
he begins, and his pain ends.
You see the cute girl, who sits
Against the wall, silent as a tomb?
She is just shy, right? no, the risk
of getting hurt is enough for her to fake
her silence, no matter the gain,
because she is always left, she
never gets to let people be aware
of who she is, so her heart she tends.
You see that boy there, the weird one
who is all over the place, whom
is everyone's friend? He is a visc-
eral friend, and does not take
no for an answer, but his pain
is something he cannot understand, he
cannot help but rage against an unfair
world, make all the pain just end.
Written by
Adrian Strider
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