He walks alone in the pouring rain. Feeling every drop that fell down his cheek. It wasn't rain, it was tears. He has no where to go, no one to hold, no one to comfort him when he needed it the most. He arrives home, no one there to greet him. Off to his room. He sits in the dark and strips off his clothes. The crimson red blood drips off him like
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