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[title] => Solitude Neverending
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[bodytext] => Naked and alone I sit, my body beaten and bruised, my mind corrupt from years of abuse. With my wrist cut, streams of red flowing down my hand, I slam my head into the wall. I think back on all I've had done to me, the times they hit me, the times they touched me. How I would lock myself within, deep inside. I had cast out to the world the image I chose, on my outside you could see my inside, if only any of them had looked closely enough. But nobody ever got to know me, my peers were too afraid. The yelling, the horrible words spewed from my father's mouth, they echo in my shattered mind over and over. Bang! I slam my head again into the wall, as it momentarily relieves my agony. I wipe the blood from out of my eyes as I shake violently. I think about what had just happened, how I'd cut up those sick *****, sliced my mother and father again and again. I can hear the sirens coming closer. From where I lie dying now, I can see the pools of their blood running into one another upon their bedroom floor. They lay there with shear terror upon their faces. I watch the blood drip from my wrist as I look at them expressionless. I hear the door broke in and people fill the room, they look around at what I've done. Then, all seems to fade, the scene around me turns dark, and my eyes slowly close.
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