

SufferingThe hard rain dampened the boy's hair against his head; sticking to his forehead and cheeks in some places. The furry dark grey ears where his human ears should have been, turned black by the rain, twitched slightly. The skin around his eyes red; his salty tears mixing with the drops of rain that hit his face and dripped down from his hair. The boy was sitting against a brick wall in a dark alley not far from his home. His shirt was torn at his left shoulder, allowing a deep gash to be visible; the wet white fabric was stained red by the wound on his shoulder. He inhaled sharply and let out a weep. His body trembled and shook. He then pSuffering
Depression..
i really appreciate it!!
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worth my time? Nah, my experience? Hell yeah
(insert signature here)
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(\_/) copy the bunny
(0.o) into you're sign
'(__)' help him achieve world domination
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Coffee isn't my cup of tea.
hiabby.
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Coffee isn't my cup of tea.
ily.
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Coffee isn't my cup of tea.
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i <3<3<3<3 jhonen vasques !!!! <3 :iconheartplz:
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"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls." :: Saib-e-Tabrizi
You stupid pumpernickel.
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