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Finn wasn't alone in his room. His demons were always there within his soul, trying to crawl out of his chest.

As always, he woke up in the middle of the night. Feeling the pain. Wanting to scream. But he had always been quiet.

He tasted the blood in his mouth.

"Not again," he whispered.

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