The vicious cycle of torment and despair had me locked away, trapped inside my own four walls. I held it in for as long as I could, playing my favorite song through the built-in radio that resided in my not so sane mind. Only my family understood the language that I spat from my mouth on a daily basis, often holding my hands and telling me that everything was going to be alright. They were wrong, however, it was fucked, everything was fucked. Those teeth of mine would take over again… They took over again. I laughed maniacally as I watched my mother fall to the ground, gushing a fountain of blood from her neck.

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