Horrific awakening
Just before I leave again, my vision pours blood red, and right as I turn my head, I'm washed out with all my ghosts, I black out, then snap back, my memory never close, I don't take time to pretand these aren't my held up, soaked hands in front of my face, dripping blood in the straight space, right before my elbow bends, there's no telling how many I've hurt and how many are DEAD, I've layed down scores of random victims, that's mostly the trend, but this time I made an even bigger mistake, turns out, some of my missing victim's, we're the last of my "friends", they were the only "loved" ones I had that were left, how could this happen again man?!, I'm only ten!, I really did it this time, now all I got is black outs for friends, and I really have nothing left, it's time to hang ropes and write notes,...I had to barrow this pen, I'm choking out, but I changed my mind, then quickly grabbed a knife and cut the rope straight through to my throat, nothing left, so ya I died. Stop crying. What a life! Living in tear soaked clothes, so what? JUST READ THE NOTE........at the end of it was his last quote......-ESCAPE CLAUSE.....
ALL ALONE.
ALL ALONE.
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A story of violent child hood black out anger.
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