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Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
so I don't go where you don't want me

With a heavy heart he walks slowly through the rain. Sodden and alone, there’s not much else for my boy to do. Abandoned and abused, what was there for him to do but trudge. So, on he trudged, his thick baggy hoody clinging to his thin dainty frame. Hands in pockets and eyes turned to the ground, he passed by, unseen, unnoticed. But then, a call breaks through his self pity, his self beating.
”PAAAAAAAAAT! Paddy!”
The voice is recognisable and he turns, the stormy eyes looking through the rain for that face he knew. Ah, yes, there she was. Running towards him, trying to reach him. “Oh Paddy! It’s so good to see you!” Her voice rings through the rain, and a faint smile creeps over his face, and he nods once in agreement. It’s nice to see you again. Came his soft, quiet voice. And with a laugh, she made a big mistake, a huge mistake. Leaping at him, she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close. For a second, he freezes. But his breath becomes ragged, his eyes widen, sweat forms on his upper lip. She steps back, but it’s too late, far too late. His flesh burns where she had touched him, and he falls to his knees. His breath gasps, he can feel someone squeezing. He’s drowning, he can’t egt enough oxygen, oh god oh god!
“I’m so sorry!” She reaches out, touching his shoulder.
With a scream he leaps back, falling to his knees, shaking and sobbing. His hands clutch at his head, pulling at his hair. Fist clench and unclench and still he can’t breathe. He screws his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face, and still the boy sobs.

He doesn’t notice her leave, but when he recovers, looking up, she’s gone. Left, abandoned him once again, in the pouring rain. With a shakey breath, he stands, fingers finding his wrist, scratching and scratching. With the pain flaring in his wrist, his blood flowing freely, he moved in through the rain, tears of loneliness mingling to the rain. In the pouring rain.

p a t r i c k

You say that I been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat









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