Chapter 11

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Bad boys cry when their heart is breaking.
Is it breaking?
Surely not, surely I can not be broken into any tinier of a shard? Each glistening price thrown in to the ocean to defend themselves, only to drown in the waves of today's influences.
The dark corners of my room have now become my equals. Their long stretching fingers wrapping around my neck and squeezing the last breath out of me.
Maybe I should've used that breath to do something important. Do a speech about saving the Wales?
No
They already say I don't care and I'm a thug, I don't need them following me around like the black band of sheep that they are. Not black as in skin colour, black as in soul. Their souls are no longer pure
It's a pity
To see such a beautiful world fall to waste around me.
He wouldn't have liked it here anyway.
Maybe I can join him soon.
The way I see it, he tried to fly away but unfortunately the rope that today's world made stopped him.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 06, 2016 ⏰

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