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Looking around his dark room Luke saw a photo of him and the boys happily smiling. Luke snarled at the photo yanking at his hair and yelled out  demonic profanities. He swiped the photo frame off the table watching it fall to the floor and smash into little pieces.
Oh the irony
He picked one of the shards up and observed it. His eyes diluted to something indescribable.
"Perfect" he whispered

Michael ran up his stairs hungry to feel well anything. He opened his drawer where he kept his blades taking out a clean one. Slowly he dragged it down on his skin watching the blood trickle out, turning the pain into relief.

Michael was happy
Luke was happy

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