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Nov 2020
he faces each day, a smile stuck to his face as if it never fades
always saying he's fine but it's been months since those words held any semblance of truth
the smile only a facade to ward off the onslaught of curiosity from those he wishes to keep content
meanwhile the wasteland that is his mind is nothing short of a playground for dark thoughts
each demon in his mind dominating a portion of his mind
forcing thoughts that he always has but surpressed to keep his sanity intact
with the end in sight
the voices of dark screaming words he can't escape
the blade to his wrist already drawing blood
a Crimson paint staining the floor, an irreversible action
and in this moment he feels relief
contentment
happiness
as things fade to black, a smile grows. a genuine smile that hasn't been seen in years
and as quickly as it appears it fades
replaced with sunken eyes staring into the void, calling upon safety as if it was something to be found
as his vision dims
engulfed in darkness
Bradyn McCall
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Bradyn McCall  21/M/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
(21/M/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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