Created Date: 2022-11-10T12:24:46.520277+00:00
Language: en
The weeks blend into days but he sits there
Beneath his window in the same corner
Those hands never leave him.
The marks are still there, they don't fade
He wishes to die, but he patiently sits.
He also wishes to live but he knows it's in vain.
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