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scarlet scars painted his skin,

blue-black masked his lips.

everyone had a misconception about him,

they said he was a coward, that he deserved this.

they said he was afraid,

afraid of the unknown universe,

that's why he wanted to get a taste,

a taste of a dying rose.

they also said he was screaming attention,

so foreign yet familiar to him.

they thought he wanted their eyes,

so they fed him with their punches drown in lies.

laced with humor did they see,

a crying soul grasping onto thin life,

trying to escape, to be free,

he hoped his inanimate soul would suffice.

the objective was very simple,

he just wanted to be understood.

unfortunately many people listened,

but none, heard.

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A/N:

I'm so screwed for my exams that potentially divides the line between having a bright future and, you know, the opposite of that :')