Numbers

51 4 0
                                    

1,2,3,4

I saw him slit his throat.

5,6,7,8

he screamed out of pain.

9,10,11,12

he was just overwhelmed.

13,14,15,16

he was a unordinary teen.

17,18,19,20

he was the one who cried himself to sleep.

A million of numbers later

they thought he was murdered….

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