The day was weak, the time was gone, and my life withered, my heard decayed. Broken, beaten by the people who said cared, who said were there when I needed, when I was going. Now I'm lost for good, never to be back never going to return. Searching for where I belong is where I am not to return here because I was not accepted; I was not helped as needed. I gave and lost for it to go but it stayed like a demon living in me. A demon ready to kill the next one. Wounded too many times, angered to be free. Not unleashing it only upon myself. Will be deadly but one task, which I will do because I can not bear to burden so many others.
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