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THE WORLD ON A BOY
one day he felt low, he loved this girl but she was so out of reach.the saddest thing was she was standing right inforn of him. that day the weather was breezy, overcast and the mood it brought was that of being lost. he made his way into school, checking his hair in a window reflection, and breathing deeply. his father was so stressed out, it was as though at times almost posessed. as he left his fathers car that morning, he felt so tearfull, the walls of his world began uncontrollably melting. sometime in that long day he got out his tin. he sat amoungst the earth and drew a deep breath, the aroma rose as his senses heightened. he picked himself up hoping to feel euphoric and relaxed. as he walked into the school his body began to morph, the faces of the people were the tinniest bricks in the wall as he shot of into space through light years.later that day talking to the lady he loved became hard as he found it no easier, he struggled on and grew tired, tripping with his paint. he let it slosh about. his lady noticed him only a little for reasons not of any importance to him.again that day he checked his eyes in a mirror the panick set in, they were bludshot, golfballs splattered in red paint. and were thoses eyes his? was this life a joke? was this the trueman show? and those deeper thoughts got too deep, they dug and dug and dug until he was left alone shaking in his bed. his heart raced that night, he thought of the future and the dread began to spread over his slender body......
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