Motor tics in large amounts.
His older sister got cut out of life. 
God, those kids can't stop bullying.
Going to home school must be a blessing.
His mother lent him her hand, she gave him
all of her support and his dad is hurting him
both physically and mentally. Psychiatrist
is useless, post-traumatic stress, visual and
auditory hallucination. Tall white faceless being
stalking.

This isn't just an observation, in fact, it is the truth.
His sanity has slipped up, the voices make it hard
for him to keep calm and relax, he can't stop
thinking of his father cold and limp on the ground.
Pale white and crimson red spread over the floor.

Multiple stab wounds in the chest. Mother dearest
terrified and deeply saddened.
Cannot stand the sight, here comes the police.
Where is the closest escape route.
God is no where to be found. Just two hatchets,
the self-proclaimed best friends. Burning
down the neighborhood, burned off a piece
of his mouth. Taking by the faceless man.

Several students murdered, hatchets left at the crime scene.
Suspect is exactly who we think it is, lets face it, it was inevitable.
Drenched in blood, the same clothes wore, for two whole weeks,
standing in the shadows, psychotic grins and eye stares.
Tobias Erin Rogers, Ticci-Toby. Is it just me or is he crazy?

But boy doesn't he look gorgeous?

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