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a lone tear slips through the clutches of my eye
a tear of grief, of regret, of pain and heartful sorrow
smudging the dry skin, scars too invisible to see
a suspension of rationale, worry for a tomorrow

all I see is the red, slashes cutting my iris in half
voices inside and all around, screaming for blood
the mocking eyes trap me in a golden cage
only to be swept away, my sanity away with the flood

'he's smart' they said, no mercy for a mere child
he walked a...