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Nov 2017
It was up there, on the roof of his tall, hollow building where he found his first love picking her favorite flowers out of the old garden. It was up there, where the wind blows, and where intertwined flowers kiss, that he felt like he was truly alone.

It was down there, in his basement, where the man felt safe enough to cry. It was down there, in his personal hell, where he had a prepared noose, for the next girl to ****** him with.

"Love me" he choked out. "Someone please love me. I swear I'll fix everything if someone loved me." he pleaded. But alas, the man's ways of self destruction attracted only the company of his inner thoughts, and his headaches that followed.
Short uninspired story.
JD Harold
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JD Harold  20/M/Some Rainy Place
(20/M/Some Rainy Place)   
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