Laying on the ground like the trash he is, the cold winds of the town he used to own running over him. there was nothing left for him, nothing at all. Eventually, he moved to a wall, leaning on it silently. He didn't deserve the rotting mattress in the room. He deserved to suffer, but was this really his punishment? Being trapped in a box with no hope to escape. Why even try, he had no where to go anyways. No one wanted him, no one cared for him, no one loved him. Everyone wanted him dead, they wanted to forget his existence. He was a mistake anyways, though he was never told that, he knew. He was just a small bag of blood and flesh, they didn't even see him as a person. Just a freak. A monster..
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