i'm sick of this life. i'm plagued forever by these internal scars. the blight of the stigma that tears away at my insides. i will walk through those halls, them staring, and will stare back at those hollow faces. their ignorance is a needle in my eye. my vents, the sanguine blood that drizzles down my cheek. i can taste the blood, and it lusts for revenge. but i can't do that, i won't hurt those i care about. those freaks at school are very lucky that i'm chained to the love for my friends. and even then, those friends are dissapearing. i wonder when the chains will rust, and when i will be free.
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