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Disturbed

i dont know much about him but i heard he wasnt talkative he didnt like being alive he was numb to all the stuff he had seen i heard he didnt like anything green he ate roman noodles everynight for supper he always wore skinny jeans and black clothes sometimes i seen him were tuxes and nice shoes but lately he has been wearing band shirts he wears converse shoes and uses and army bag for school he always walks in the woods and never around town i head hes very private i know that he doesnt communicate throught talking only through his peoms or by lyrics from a song i see him drawing or painting when he tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave him alone when he goes home he goes upstairs and smokes cutting himself till the blood drains from his skin His family left him behind because he cant forget his past sometimes he comtemplates the meaning behind his life his favorite color is gray because his like is in black and white hes not so innocent he is someone fake he knows of no god his life was smashed into pieces by the giant sun he knows of a darkest place where i usually see him lay he crawls around in his own skin because he is disturbed

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