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a young, handsome boy sits.
he's placed in the center of a large, empty room.
the lawn chair he's sitting in is covered in rust.
his eyes move in and out of conscieceness.
his white dress shirt is covered in stains.
the odor of rum reeks havoc upon the large room.
sunlight bursts through larger windows and brightens his profile.
"i'm going to throw up.
at least i'll feel something other than this." he says.
he can't find a way out of all of this.
a young, beautiful girl looks into his big blue eyes.
the boy can see something in her blue, sensitive eyes.
"the doctor said you need to stop.
why are you doing this to me?" she begged.
she never really begged. she just suggested.
"i'm leaving now, are you going to be alright?"
he asked.
the young girl slowly
fell to her knees.
"i'm sorry." she whispered as she placed her head upon his lap.
he looked down and saw her skull.
he's placed in the center of a large, empty room.
the lawn chair he's sitting in is covered in rust.
his eyes move in and out of conscieceness.
his white dress shirt is covered in stains.
the odor of rum reeks havoc upon the large room.
sunlight bursts through larger windows and brightens his profile.
"i'm going to throw up.
at least i'll feel something other than this." he says.
he can't find a way out of all of this.
a young, beautiful girl looks into his big blue eyes.
the boy can see something in her blue, sensitive eyes.
"the doctor said you need to stop.
why are you doing this to me?" she begged.
she never really begged. she just suggested.
"i'm leaving now, are you going to be alright?"
he asked.
the young girl slowly
fell to her knees.
"i'm sorry." she whispered as she placed her head upon his lap.
he looked down and saw her skull.