some boy, in some town was in some house. in a room, a small, foggy-smelling room. he thought about cliches, as he felt his heart pounding back and forth against the walls of his chest. he licked his lips, laid his head back, then shook it furiously. there was no use, he thought. this wouldn't ever work. no one would let it.
someone else walked in. the door creaked as it shut. in some room, he was about to come alive. or he would die.
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