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his life was never easy..
always one step after another..
he thought he was headed up.. only to find himself trampled and broken at the bottom of his soul alone.

cold and lifeless was his heart..
it wanted to beat so very badly..
it Needed to beat..
but they were there.. smothering it with all of their lies and false promises..
his shattered dreams manifected themselves on his wrists and in his attitude..

the drugs only made him forget..
and the alcohol merely made him numb..
he'd wake with a full recollection of all that was his life.. painfully alone.

he wished for someone to weather his winter with him..
only to find rejection..
his candle burns ever so dim..

he no one and grew cold
bitter yet again.

will he ever find ultimate happiness he pondered..
it made him feel like a fish out of water.

his skin grew paler
his eyes grew darker
the only movement was the morbid act of dragging a razor across his wrist hoping for relief from the bitter world he knew all too well.
it never came..
tears fell from his eyes

drifting from life and death felt all to unreal for him..


they found his body locked in his room hunched over with a gun in one hand and a note in the other..

"..what good are these wings
if i cannot fly freely.."