There was a little boy who spent his days in the darkness.
He seemed nocturnal because he found comfort in the night.
The boy became like this because his dreams where crushed.
He seemed dead inside.
The world seemed like a juggernaugt to him.
He sat back and listened to the voices.
He always felt in bondage as if everything tied him down.
Nobody heard his screams.
Nobody saw his reality nobody saw him.
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