His name was Harry.
He had emerald eyes and brown curls.Harry liked long walks and being alone, he liked cigarettes and poetry. Harry was mysterious, yet the world knew everything about him.
We knew that he liked body modification and that his favorite booze was Whiskey. We all knew that he liked sex. And even some people knew that he was a complete and total basket case.
Actually everyone knew that.
Because the most well known thing about Harry is that he killed himself about a week ago.
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the black light behind my eyes [h.s]
Fanfiction[the thing is, sadness is always hiding somewhere and most of the time I'm trying so hard to hide it that that it just shows]