Consumed
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They left. They left thinking everything was going to be okay. The left without thinking of the little boy. The little boy who was scarred for life. The little boy who grew up to be better or worse. The boy decided to rely on the drugs and on the alcohol. But he never hurt anyone. He slowly killed himself in his home. Whereas, there were no one to tell him no. And beside the fact that they left him, and that he began to consume himself, he never meant harm. He never got a wife o had a child. He thought, why have those wonders of the world, if he was only going to cause pain to them. So he stayed behind and consumed himself. But they day came where as the boy died. He overdosed in his home. And he was grateful for not having anyone. The death of him would cause pain but at this moment, no one cried. Everyone had forgotten him and he was grateful. Because once in hell, he could continue to consume and there would be no more bad endings.
