The trees start to blow as the sun starts to set,its getting dark now and the cold is setting in,its holloween now and everyone has masks,this is everyday to him his mind is full of bad,as he walks alone his thoughts are going mad,u can hear the leaves crumble as his mind comes crawling back,its ready set go its running at a 1000,he grinds his teeth to dust trying to hold it in hes drowning,he trys to keep his head up but its weighs like a brick,hold it down son his parents always bitch,hes lost with in his mind hes loosing all he has he looks in the mirror and noticed something bad,this wasent who he was he didnt like the picture his life turned to dust cause his mind kept getting weaker……
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This is strong
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