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The boy in his own hell

He stays in his room
Cleaning, contemplating, and concentrating
Will he wake up or go in a forever slumber

He thinks he is trash
Being lower than the lowest caste
Will he wake up or go in a forever slumber

Disgusted by his body
He creates scars with gushing blood
He say its OK
I'm losing weight
However the weight he looses
Will help him slumber
Written by gray_child (gray_the_great)
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