Sitting alone in my room. I see a light through the door. Not just any light. This was a light of many colors, a light of promise. Oh how lovely it was. But it soon faded and left me in my cold, dark, empty, and damp hell hole. I am lost and alone. Hidden from the world, this hideous monster that I am. The only company I keep, are the rats. I fall asleep soon. I dream of the light I had seen. But when I wake, I am back in my room amongst the rest of the corpes. Yes that’s right, I am dead. My room is in the middle of a cemetery. And yet, you still don’t care. You never come to pay respect. Even though it’s your fault I am here. But you still never even think of me. It’s to late now, I am back. It’s your turn to suffer. Your turn to die. Welcome to my own prison...Prison of the Unwanted.
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