A boy sat alone in the dark alone listing to his heart beet slowly beating feeling blood going down his torso , no one knows he dying no one knows his deep underground.
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Non-FictionTheses are my poems I make them when I feel an overwhelming emotion of sadness or anger their a few short stories too so come and read if you feel like the only one going through hell * These poems have been written from 2017 _2020
