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A young girl sits in the corner,
She sits, and I hear her sigh.
She was at first so happy,
But it was all a bitter lie.
She feels so hollow and empty,
And she really wants to die.
So with her sleeves, covers her face,
And quietly begins to cry.
In her soul is hatred,
So she sits there wiping her tears,
She crys and crys and crys,
She let's it all out after so many years.
The lights become dim,
Oh no! I know what's on her mind.
I hope, I beg, I pray,
That happiness she'll soon find.
If not- she's going to commit suicide,
She's tired of hiding in the dark,
Afraid of her life, of what she's done,
She's already made her mark.
The girl sees the razor,
And her tears fade away.
For she knows this is the end,
Today is the day.
She thinks this is the right way,
But I know she is wrong.
She's killing her future- her dreams,
I guess now she's not so strong.
She grabs the razor,
And slowly slits her wrists.
Her world fades away,
Slowly- into black mists.
She was a bright girl, this wasn't her fate
For Cry[ This is written for Cry aka ChaoticMonki on Youtube, by his request during a multiplayer livestream of hilarious win. I said in chat that I was forgoing writing yaoifics to watch the stream and the rest is history. I could not stop at one... so there are two fics, one that is a bit cliché and has Cry as the uke (aka the submissive one) and then my personal favorite, one in which he is the seme (the dominant one). Russel can be found over thisaway and, like the true gentleman he is, provided the necessary other half for a right good pairing. I hope the following entertains or at least amuses. All typos, destruction of grammar, plot inconsistencies, etc., are entirely my fault. Use only as directed. Member FDIC. ]More Like This
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