Just a Boy

They've only just begun, yet again, and I stomp my face to the wall in humiliation. What an ass. My throat throbs in anticipation, my fingers carpal tunnel, and my heart, oh my heart shattered into tiny shards of red scattered all around the membranes looking for something to fucking choke to death in retaliation.

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