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He looked up
He looked down
He looked left
He looked right
His world was painted black. He listened, the quietness was painted black. He looked deep inside himself. His heart was painted black.
He crawled further into the corner. The corner was dark, it was black. The fear overwhelmed him. The fear was painted black. He cried tears which he could not see. He could feel them running down his cheeks. He could feel them dripping down into his lap. Black tears, which noone would ever see. Wasted tears in the black void.
He didn't want to go. Not like this. He wanted to feel happiness one more time. Light for less than a second would be life-bringing to his dark soul. Hours had poured away into the black void, days, nights, how would he know?
Always crawled into the corner. The black, but in a sence, save, corner. The only place left for his existence. Please, someone, come and find me. Free me from the darkness.
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