as i look in ur eyes i see so much pitty for me so i run from u i hate pitty i dont need it i hide behined a bush and cut myself up as i leva the bush it statrs to snow my blood ozzing out and driping on to the fershlly fallen snowmy haier turned red from blood poring out of my wound i made as i wailk in the blood coverd snow i see an old man an he says to wihle looking at my face ( u will not die but forver live on in a life of enternl agony u will on the insaid but not on the outsaide ) and white that said he just vanshed into thine air i kept on waliking my muoth had fersh blood spueing out of it i borke my leg an so i sate on the ground an satyed thera to rot my body away
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