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And so it fell, that first tear filled with so much pain and sorrow, upon the note which laid deadly still in his lap. More soon followed down the very same path, running down his cheek freely. Like dreary rain they fell from his bloodshot eyes as he rocked back and forth gently, like a little lost child with no where to go. He sat in the corner of a small closet, lost in the darkness of a long and starless night. His lips moved ever so slightly, yet no sound emerged from his mouth. In his hands was a small, crimson object covered in ripe blood, as were his hands. Tears mingled as he tried to contain this object, all the while more blood slowly seeped from between his fingers. It fell down onto the parchment, staining it, where it then ran down and fell onto the bare wooden floor below.

Where were they, those that had promised him such things... those promises which said they're never leave, that they'd always be true, that love was stronger than anything the world could throw at them... Had everyone broken their word to him, had everyone destroyed his very means of living, had they all plunged their knives into his already fragile heart? Did they even know what they were doing as they promised again to change, just to break the pieces even further? They walked away, leaving him alone in the dark. Was there no one left to find him, no one left to hold him, no one left to love him? Had the world run out of tries for this young soul, or had there never been any to begin with? Will he ever find out...

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And so it fell, that first tear filled with so much pain and sorrow, upon the note which laid deadly still in his lap. More soon followed down the very same path, running down his cheek freely. Like dreary rain they fell from his bloodshot eyes as he rocked back and forth gently, like a little lost child with no where to go. He sat in the corner of a small closet, lost in the darkness of a long and starless night. His lips moved ever so slightly, yet no sound emerged from his mouth. In his hands was a small, crimson object covered in ripe blood, as were his hands. Tears mingled as he tried to contain this object, all the while more blood slowly seeped from between his fingers. It fell down onto the parchment, staining it, where it then ran down and fell onto the bare wooden floor below.

Where were they, those that had promised him such things... those promises which said they're never leave, that they'd always be true, that love was stronger than anything the world could throw at them... Had everyone broken their word to him, had everyone destroyed his very means of living, had they all plunged their knives into his already fragile heart? Did they even know what they were doing as they promised again to change, just to break the pieces even further? They walked away, leaving him alone in the dark. Was there no one left to find him, no one left to hold him, no one left to love him? Had the world run out of tries for this young soul, or had there never been any to begin with? Will he ever find out...