Darkest corners of his mind

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His duvet cover was scrunched into a ball, pushed to the corner of his large bed and on the opposite side, he sat curled in a ball of his own. His chest rose and fell unevenly and his head bobbed slightly with each gasp. He resisted the urge to scream at the pitch-black room that surrounded him, but resorted to pulling on lumps of his messy bed-hair. He let his tears run freely and didn't even bat an eyelash when he noticed the unattractive amount of snot that slowly dripped from his runny nose. He muttered to himself, dropping in and out of Spanish and English. He couldn't control his thoughts as he got preoccupied in the darkest corners of his mind.

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