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Sitting beneath the moonlight’s gaze Infrequently, on most evenings They could hear his tireless whispers, before falling silent....

Running … Running … Hate is chasing Don’t look back Don’t fall Run… They want to see him scream See him on the ground He is all alone...

A moment in my head……… Salvation, or Damnation? I am the one you see in school, town, or just lying around the house. The one who hides...