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four bloody walls

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They are the only four who scare me. I am the only one who can’t defeat them. Four bloody walls with holes and blood dripping down. Four who do not move when I get thrown into them. Four evil words screamed at me. He watches my cry blood and scream for help.
Their strength is unbelievable. They send out bad vibes every time I hit the wall. They are like shooting needles slowly into my skin and they laugh as it is a funny game. This is how they keep.
Let no one forget their reason for doing harm. They’d stand straight still like wax people, can’t speak but only see. They watch the blood drip, drip, drip down my face and all over the walls.
When I am too weak to get more and fight anymore, he knows he has won and I have lost. I know when this fight is over, I will go to a better place and he will be in the four walls forever and picture the four bloody walls.





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