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Feb 2013
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
Written by
Rachel McCarthy  Sydney, Australia
(Sydney, Australia)   
675
   AP Beckstead 2014, --- and Jai Rho
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