He was broken but still breaking,
He was weak but growing weaker by the minute,
He was tired but growing weaker by the hour,
He was dying but on the outside he was fine,
When he committed everyone was surprised,
No one knew he was broken,weak, dying or tired,
No one,
They cried for days even weeks,
Even his bully sheared a few tears.
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